Free verse № 144130
A Little War Victim
I'm helpless, as I stand here waiting
Mama, won't you come to me!
Fire, ashes, burns and death,
Where is my family?
I am but eighteen months old now
And wonder why I'm here alone
There's only sand and broken homes
And nothing else but bones and bones.
Won't someone hear me; here I am.
I'm hungry mama, where are you?
Come hold me tight, I feel so scared
Oh, mama, I need you!
I sit and cry the whole day long
I'm tired and weary, and forlorn,
The sun is up, a scary sight,
It's hot and sandy, a scary sight.
I'm crying out loud, yet no one cares
Nobody loves me, nobody dares,
I wonder why I was ever born;
To feel humanity's wrath and scorn?
No water here to quench my thirst,
No hugs to calm my trembling fears
No one to claim me as their own
To wipe away my tears.
There are no friends to play with me
To pull my hair, to tickle me,
To change my clothes when I am wet,
To cuddle me and call me pet...
I lie here now in hope that you
Might come and carry me away
From what I see and lest should be
One of those as history.
18 comments
The last two lines are a little hard to understand. Do you mean something like "or else I'll be one of those lost to history"?
As for the last lines... it merely means.... come and take me away lest I'm history.
However, shall try to see if there's a better way to word it.
Other than that, great job, Amanda. I love anything child-oriented you write, you do it so well :-D
And Nephredil, you have a soft corner for children, right? you'll do well in the long run.
Would anyone like to do the honors and name this unfortunate nameless child of my poem?
Can't name her, sorry, without making some kind of political statement...
As for the details of the issues of war that I have tried to note down, well, I must agree that I aught to edit that a bit. Maybe I aught to give more emphasis on the baby's needs... must admit that.
And now, am looking forward to your poems which are long overdue.
:-)
I very happy to see you back by the way.
PS. Stop disappearing for weeks at a time dangit. This place ain't the same without you.
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