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...
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