Same inquisitive eyes. 
Same mischievous smiles. 
Same giggles and laughter, with bare souls and bare feet they manage to play.
No place to go on sunny afternoons, just demolished churches, demolished mosques, and still  they manage to play.
No computer games, no playstations, just whistles made of leaves, and still  they manage to play.
No burgers, no cokes, no fries. 
And still  they manage to play.
No party costumes, no balloons, no clean new clothes. 
No football on Saturdays, no hotdogs, no cuddly toys with furry ears.
And still they manage to play!
No schools. No books. 
And still they manage to play!
No warm beds, not enough food, no medicines .. 
.. still they manage to play.
No grassy knolls, but playgrounds of demolished homes, empty mortar shells and plastic bullets. 
No parents,  
No hope, 
No future 
… and still we watch and expect them to play.