Monkey by Nawar Bashir

Five little monkies jumping on the bed
One fell down and bumped his head
Mamas not here to call the doctor
And plus the doctor is dead.
Last we heard is he got shot in the head.

Four little monkies jumping on the bed
One fell down and bumped her head
The bombs r raining down on us
And the sky outside through the glass is blood red

Three little monkies jumping on the bed
One fell down and bumped his head
They told us to evacute to somewhere safe. But where is there to go?
There hasnt been a place where blood hasnt been shed.

Two little monkies jumping on the bed
they only have each other now
Everyone else is dead.

One little monkey jumping on the bed
The last of the food is gone
The last of the candles have burnt out.
In the pitch dark he hears the screech of an approaching bomb and closes his eyes and prays.

one fell off and bumps his head.

No more monkies jumping on the bed.

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