Make us laugh you, the comedians of the world.
We are the surviving children of Aleppo and Mosul.
Our bodies are intact but souls are impaired; our parents
We know not if alive or dead in the rubble of home.

Make us laugh, you clowns of civilized world, show us
How you tumble, cartwheel and pull out strings of flags,
Antics of all sorts, from the bag of tricks, you have known.
We bleed in our hearts knowing, no one really cares.

We laugh. It is expected of us; refugees we are ,we must;
For our anguish will show up on our face, and the anger,
That will make our visage a face, that adorned once by a rebel.
Fear we hide behind our laughter, don't you understand?

Make us laugh, all of you.- Who can afford to crack a joke?
Think of the Son of God, walked with a burden of the Cross.
Romans laughed, taunting; onlookers helpless, watching.
We are Children of God; in your care, make us laugh, really.

Tyranny and cruelty is not new to humankind. Civilized we are;
You claim, then where lies the righteousness your faith acclaims?
Must we perish because we don't fit in your scheme of things?
We will laugh truly, when you all will accept us with open hearts.