Child Soldier
My village was dusty and burning
Everyone was screaming and running
I stood dumb in the chaos, my eyes rolling
Tried to listen out for mother’s calling
The noise of death was the only sound
My pants wetted, a boot pinned me to the ground
My hands numb but clasped behind my head
I started to feel my life fade
I felt all my senses sucked up by the sand
Apart from the smell of fear all around
A deep voice was barking menacingly
I was temporarily oblivious of the captivity
A prayer was too loud in my mind
Asking God to tell mother to leave me behind
To protect my unborn sister and head for the hills
Hell had come to take my childhood against my will
The pacing monster woofed foreign orders
I almost shouted to mother not to fetch the bathwater
Turn your back on your son and head to the border
Run mother, run, I am now a child soldier
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