Debris Of My Home

Based on the true story of a young boy who was on the news once, who lost everything due to the chaos of humanity and was left with nothing but his infant sister.

On his bloody knees 

He sits on top of what was once called his home

In his arms

Is his three month old sister

Her eyes wide 

And so distressed, one would doubt she was only a child

She couldn't even speak 

Yet her screeches told all she knew 

Beneath his bloody knees

And beneath what was once called his home

Were their parents

Their corpses laying lifeless and unrecognisable 

From all the blood

On his bloody knees

He sat on top of all their memories

Now destroyed

In his arms

Lay his sister, who had now stopped crying

For she too had given up

How would he take care of her? Raise her? He himself, was only seven

What sin had they committed 

To watch their home explode into a million pieces.

To hear the sound

Of gunshot and wails echoing all around them

It was all humanity's greed

Their barbaric emotionless greed that drove them to butcher countless lives

In cold blood.

But what part of politics did he and his sister have?

His simple and ordinary family

Who were kind and generous to all who needed it

So I repeat

What sin had he and his three month old sister committed against humanity

To be standing on the rubble

Of what is now nothing more than their past?

Author's Note

This poor boy will forever be etched in my mind.
The meaning behind this poem is quite obvious.
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