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]
Copyright © Margo Cami | Year Posted 2016
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