Scars of War
I stand on top of the ruins of my house
Hit by a bomb from the sky
My mother’s buried below
My sisters also
And my dog too
My father is not down there
He left home to fight the enemy
He hasn’t come back
My face is covered with dust with tear marks
My clothes are torn by fallen beams and protruding nails
My hands are covered with blood
From my digging with bare hands
All morning
In a frantic search
To located my loved ones
Down below
But to no avail
I have no more strength to dig
But my hands keep trying
It was only yesterday
We prayed together
In the basement of our house
Praying that the war would come to a quick end
Praying that father would come home soon
Now I’m all alone
No where to turn to
I pray to God
‘Please take me HOME’
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