Victim of War
I haven’t eaten anything for days.
My mother and father are part of a pit piled
with bodies of today, yesterday and day before yesterday.
Time doesn't make sense to me anymore.
I don’t have time to eat, play or enjoy the sun;
I have no food to eat,
my friends are either dead or forced to join the army,
the Sun’s warm sweetness is now dehydrating me….
My tears have no one to wipe them.
Tanks, soldiers and corpses are now my company.
I’m a victim of war….
Date: 08/12/2016
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016
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