She tweets like a tiny bird on truth
Who is searching for middle tooth.
Tooth fairy fears to come to sooth.
The uncles hurl bombs from south.
She’ll come after they finish drops.
And then there will be no love left,
And no sweet birds in the blue sky
Nor her tweets, her sweet tweets.
(referring to seven year old Bana’s tweets from Aleppo about the horrors of the war in Syria)