WAR CHILD

As I run through a street of rubble and dirt I have no wounds but I am still hurt Where is my mum where is my dad Where is the family I once had. Rockets from the sky explode all around Buildings collapsing and shaking the ground. Screams of the innocent ring in my ears streaks of dirt on my face made by my tears I running now trying to survive I must not stop running to stay alive Clothes torn and blood stained eyes wide with fear I blown off my feet that bomb was near I am screaming and running my mind running wild You see I am NOT soldier I am A 10 YEAR OLD CHILD...