Children of War

BOOM.

RUBBLE, PELLET.
A deafening noise, irrepressible cries of men undulate.
There a shuddering nine year old zigzags his way to safety.
Crouches to catch a breath, fighting frailty.
‘Why us, why me’ again the inconsolable aches begin.
Looming battles outside, losing battles within.

BOOM. BOOM.

RUBBLE, PELLET, DRONES.
Streets spin, bases bouncing and the air tainted with mourns.
The boy bleeds, all pain, all numb
having watched his mighty mother,sweet sister, his school and shrine succumb.
Bleeds with him, an entire city,
Burns with it, the entire humanity.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

RUBBLE, PELLETS, DRONES, DEAD.
Scuttling army boots, against the alive scrambling ahead.
‘You’re safe now, boy’. For whatever of him was left.
They give him a new world, his world bereft.

BOOM.

Reviews

[LylaCrystal]

It' so full of emotion! It reproduces perfectly the painful atmosphere of the war, through the eyes of a child. Congratulations for this great poem. :)

[vidya iyer]

Thank you so much Lyla! Motivates me to do better :)

[LylaCrystal]

Your welcome. :)