Thoughts of a Young Worn Torn Girl
Standing in front of charred burning houses all alone
My mind is blank
Totally numb
In a state of shock
I wonder what mistakes did I do to deserve this?
One leader wants to increase his territory
Another leader doesn't want to give his land
Many brainless robots obeying orders
Here I am left alone with only memories of happy days with my parents
Is anybody thinking of millions like me
Too small to manage on their own
How will we live without elders?
It seems death has lost its value
It is very cheap compared to land and power!
If the leaders who are giving orders came to forefront and
fought like a soldier they will understand
How does it matter who is my leader
Which country I belong to
I want my parents
I want food and water.
You are sitting in a big house eating a sumptuous meal what about me?
Tell me?
Answer me?
Can you bring back my parents?
My house?
My family?
Whatever you gain out of this war surely cannot be more than the loss incurred
Think of common man
Please think of many like me
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Note : in the line it seems death has lost its value I mean to convey a dead person lying in front stirs no emotions in the mind of those who start a war. many die on both sides, but are they bothered?
Word death had been purposely used for that's what we see the most in war
Copyright © Rama Balasubramanian | Year Posted 2022
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