The children are not dead
They are shadows in every tank
They are echoes in every soldier
The children are not dead
They are in every house
in the eyes of every father
every mother
in the soul of a people
They are in every location
in the heart—
the children at the beach
in the housee
on the streets
by their brothers and sisters
are everywhere now
The children are not dead
They will move in the world
without being stopped
They will move
They will move us all

Read the poem in Arabic here:

http://www.alaraby.co.uk/culture/d9d3220b-6abf-46e8-acc1-eea0ae3dbd41