My Book of Poems

Poem #19 ♥♥

Child of War

T'was an early day Monday of November,
When my lil' eyes woke up by the suicide bombers.
Shouting, screaming we couldn't understand.
Making us fright, cry.. sweat in our hands.

Looking for my mom, I cried a lot.
Can't see her. Can't hear her. I can't stand out.
Rebels all over.. the houses and yards.
Now, I can see our well filled with the blood.

Woman's whimp, Men's curse,
In the neighborhood suddenly occurred
My playmates eyes, hands and little feet
Wounded, destroyed yet still holding their sweets.

Ran and ran! That what did I do!
Here and there, don't have a clue.
I can't run that fast for I'm just a child.
Had little body for crying out loud.

Mom! Dad! Where are you?
Come! Save me! I'm out of blue
Sis! Lil' bro! Still alive, are you?
Come, show up! I'm worried too.

Fire burned our little houses
Olds coughed for the dirty gasses
Guns! Bombs.. had never ended
I wish rebel stop, hope they were dead.

I kept on running, don't know how long,Yet still know what subject, what's going on.
Almost there, but what's with my back?
Pain. Hurt. What's with this blood?

Tried to get up but I badly cannot.
Until little by little.. am engulfed by dark.
Tears of burden, I wanna live and go far.
But.. I know it's too late for am already.. a child of war.

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So, poems #19  😍😍😍. Tell me what you think?

Yeah, yeah I know, it's too heartbreaking for an innocent child to encounter such stuff. But.. we can't do nothing guys, that's somehow a bitter slap of reality that need attentions by a lot of people.

Well yeah, that's all.

Hope yah' like it 😃😃😃.