Tragedy Is This Child Likely Exists

In my bed I lay Here I want to stay Let my mind wander astray In to an ordinary day. My father persists ‘Up now, you will be late for school’ He greets me with another Breakfast to go. Pops is on the porch Readying my bike For a quick get away Granny rocks in her chair Chuntering away. I run out, running late Granny grabs me ‘Lucky girl’ she says ‘to have a place in school’ ‘Back in my day girls did not have it so cool’. My eyes roll Everyday her stories the same. Finally I pedal of on my way I know what I learn today Will be equalled by my mischief. It’s a good day – I know I am loved. Then I am awake My mind ache My heartbreak That ordinary is fake. My reality persists: Bandits, bullets and bombs That took them all dead. There is no school No pedal bike, no porch No breakfast to go No bed in which I lay. I used to be scared of the dark Now I am not I used to be scared of firecrackers Now I am not I even used to be scared of cows Now I am not. The fears of yesterday Now long gone away Replaced by a lone faced fear The fear of being alone. The world has discarded me I only know I exist. (In)humanity is busy With its endless debate The righteousness of its ways Its books, its fortune tellers, its fate, Its borders and its pay. I am still here Dreaming of an ordinary day Wanting only no fear I am an alone child. Originally posted November 2016 - Re-posted December 2016 as accidentally deleted! © 2016 Margo Cami [www.margocami.com]