I wanted to write this post because whenever I see the news, it presents the bombings and the military objectives, but what about the faces of those people who suffer daily mourn the death of their loved ones, those families who spend sleepless nights out of fear that the phantom of the war reaches them that instead of listening to pleasant music together, they have to listen to the rumble of a falling bomb. And children instead of going to the playground to run and play with other children, have to be in a shelter and always hiding and their beautiful faces of innocence can not see the wonderful light of the sun out of fear.
Feeling helpless for not being able to help, just be satisfied to see him cry in the distance and see them through a square box called television. Then, questions arise when the war is over? When will we see their smiling faces? When they played without fear? When they cried with joy and not with sadness? That day will come?
I want to see their dirty faces but because they were playing, I want to see their faces without fear, I want to see their faces smile, see their faces cry with joy because there is no more war.
I hope to have the good fortune to see him someday.
Dedicated to all those beautiful children who are going through difficult times because of the war.
images:
https://actualidad.rt.com/opinion/daniel-wizenberg/206125-ninos-solo-conocen-guerra
https://hermandadblanca.org/cuales-los-efectos-la-guerra-los-ninos/