I saw a child
That little child dancing with a big smile on his face, his family secured a tent, he will have a roof above his head.
That child carrying a sack of flour, walking barefoot, proud to secure some bread for his family
I saw a child, carrying water, barely able to walk with the heavy weight of the bucket
I saw a child, shouting his lungs out: ‘give me some pain killer, give me anaesthetics, both his arms are amputated
I saw a child kissing the hand of a strange soldier for a little food
I saw a child digging, searching for the bodies of his parents under the rubble of their home.
A child who kept crying, unable to stop the pain of hunger
Yes, I saw a child carrying his injured younger sister
I saw children running away from explosions with fear and horror.
I saw a child standing in a huge crowd with a cooking pot hoping to get some food
I saw the hand of a child from under the rubble
I saw thousands of children, with no eyes, with no legs, with no hands, with no arms, with no feet, with no hope
I saw thousands of children with white-red bandages covering their faces, their heads, their chests, their legs, their arms, their eyes
I saw children with skin and bones with open mouths and eyes staring at the sky
I saw children carried for the last time by their screaming fathers and wailing mothers
I saw thousands of children laid out for the last time in a white cover full of red spots
I also saw many photos of smiling children