The Balloon Seller
Every day, the undercover soldier
Used to buy her big balloons
Red, blue, yellow, green, colourful and free
In those lazy afternoons
She let them fly with a smile on her face
Her laughter ringing around
He watched her do that every single day
And yet bought her balloons round
One day, he had to go for his duty
He gave her pink, new balloons
Said goodbye, rushed off to attack the foe
Missile launched from his platoons
His mission, a success, enemy killed
But some civilians died too
Pink balloons floating far away, cries heard
He had murdered her, he knew
He went to see her, that cute little girl
Just to pacify himself
He found her dead, her body strewn about
He could not forgive his self
Resigning his job, balloons, he now sells
But never rose-pink balloons
A little girl's death, heavy on his mind
In dreams, with her, he communes
In every child, he sees her lovely face
Laughing over her balloons
Silent tears flow from his penitent heart
As he sells "flying full moons"
10th Feb 2023
For Anthony Biaanco's "Balloons" contest
Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2023
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