A Yorkshire Poet Poet Dramatic Verse

Innocence Cries

For yes, I have seen it with my own eyes, I have seen it.

They call it by a name, but from the name you'll never comprehend it

Her eyes will never leave mine, her face will haunt me all my life, I guarantee it

Her scream, so painfull, the sound of a soul cry

Rubble and mud and rain and cold

Yes, you can see that I'm alive, but inside now I'm dying

For she was there, right in my sight

A knife she held so tightly by her side

I shouted for her to release the knife

She ran at me screaming

I squeezed the trigger, she fell to her knees

The knife, she dropped beside her bleeding

As I approached she screamed at me a name 

Then said to dig, to dig in the rubble

To dig, she dug with the knife, her nails and fingers broken.

I turned to see the rubble to realise

As I looked back into her eyes

Baby, daughter were her last words alive

So, yes I know where war resides, and I know I'll never find her

A baby killed by war, a mother killed by sacrifice

A baby alone and lost on the other side

So, give me back that bloody knife

And I'll and go and find her baby if I have to dig like her with a bloody knife, if I have to dig to find her for the rest of my life.

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