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’