Child of War
Bombs blasting so near,
child of war covers her ears,
mother is gone no where to be seen,
sheet covers broken window,
blocks the light but not the screams
of the dying next door.
Child is hungry and eats stale bread on floor,
A dirty cotton dress once pretty and bright,
hangs loosely upon small bony shoulders,
dark hair all matted begs to be washed,
sleep overcomes as footsteps approach,
soldier lifts child.
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