Child Soldier Poems

A tumour abated alters and waits.
Pathway incised, a new one it makes.
Spreading and forming, roots growing down.
The moment’s now here, a mighty rebound.

Battle exhausted, the...

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We'd opened ourselves up to fascist beliefs 
we'd catered to the raw findings of mental angst 
an yet we knew going under cover would somehow...

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  Snuggling in with my 'Mushie'*
    singing bed-time lullabies
  Watching the smile on his face
    eyes close,...

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What is the point of grandma’s lullaby
if the child nestled in her arms
cannot be soothed?

Or the wail of the bagpipes,
lost as easily as the soldier’s...

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A man-child they call Abie
    Name's Menachem Levy              ...

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Why do they cry, daddy?

Soldiers march – a lugubrious lullaby of detonation as their melodic grim reaper

Why can’t you hear them? 

A myriad of white...

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What?

You think you’re f’king right?

You think that flag you’re fighting for makes this  f’king tight?

He’s dying.

He’s not more than a f’king child.

And yes I’m...

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A pendulum swings 
Right, left, right, left
A bomb flies out and there is no life left to detect

A pendulum swings 
Left, right, left, right 
A...

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bouncy …

finger curls
dangle like ornaments from her brow,
kissed by a breeze like
the hem of daddy’s flag,
casket-draped,
shaped to mask it in
cold redemption -
contempt for the valor
wasted...

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No, she mustn't cry out loud,
Every pain she must but hold;
No tear must make its way from the sides,
Of her pained, grieving, red rimmed eyes.

Into...

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As a child he played soldiers,
Marched them gaily off to war,
As a young  man he joined them
As so many had done before.
He was sent...

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Birth of a nation birth of a child
Celebration tears from soldier proud
He can be her she can be the
All tears of love in the infantry

My...

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If you knew they would you execute
Would you ugly wars prosecute
And child soldiers recruit?
The thrice- honored far being cute
But now and ever Plain Brute
And The...

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Whenever the nation summoned me to hurry for war,
She stood wet-eyed and faded as though already widowed;
Equilibrium of my judgment couldn't find sure score,
Feelings hid...

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March forevermore my child

Press onwards admirably
foward

Should you to be allowed
and granted access

Piggyback if you can on the
wing's of solent angel buffered
kite

Whilst all the while still...

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