A Child Of War.

I was supposed to be a little boy, 

Who went to school, 

Who frolicked around outdoors, 

And who slept peacefully in the arms of my mama. 

I wanted to grow up and be a doctor

To help all these whimpering bodies

To clear this stream of blood; 

I am afraid. 

I was asleep one night, peacefully. 

I dreamed of a land where everyone smiled

Where instead of a stream of blood, 

There was a stream of pristine water. 

I was asleep one night, happily. 

I dreamed of mama and papa and me, 

Having a hearty dinner, 

That filled our stomachs and our faces, with a smile. 

I was asleep one night, unknowing. 

Then something fell, and I felt nothing. 

Then something else fell, and, 

Darkness. 

***

I saw the sun, and I cried for my mama. 

I saw the sky, and I cried for my papa. 

Then I saw a man carrying me;

But he wasn't my papa. 

They lay me on a bed.

I touched my throbbing head, and saw something red. 

As red as an apple can be, 

As red as.. blood.

I looked outside, and saw two bodies covered in white and red. 

A gust of wind blew, and, 

Mama and Papa;

I stared at the ceiling blankly. 

*** 

Nights after I still cried. 

Then I stopped; my body couldn't take it anymore.

I was bandaged and cleaned.

But for what? 

My soul still cried. 

And it always will. 

Praying to the lord who resided o'er the clouds, 

Praying to the monstrous animal to stop. 

But it wasn't an animal, 

It was just a monster, 

With a gun and grenades, 

Looking like a man. 

*** 

'Have I done something wrong?'

I scream. 

No one answered. 

Everyone stared. 

But what can I do? 

After all, I am just a little boy, 

In an age to frolic and laugh;

I am a child of war.