There is a small child standing in a room with shelves of bread

Another day repeats itself Going to the bakery to get milk and bread So my children don't suffer from malnutrition Later going to the street to get paper,iron or cardboard Pick up enough to have a Nightmare meal? It's a compliment For those who live my life, peace has never existed From the window of my shed I see the desolation And the abandonment of my nation I hope that my children escape the dangers And that they escape from the shelters of bandits

bad work, bad color, extra legs, extra fingers, bad body, bad finger, bad eyes