Etched deep within the soil
Trembling to seek attention
Out came a pair of hand
Pushing away the covering sand.
The fumes were too intense
Buried deep within she could still sense
Hues and cries all over
The more the little hands try,the more sand does shover.
She lay in, Alive yet half dead
Left with not much energy to shed,
Many a screams heard, Siren sounds ring,
Hopes of survival now take to a string.
She tries to shout help, to no avail
Wondering where in this world did love prevail?
Too tired to scream she let go
Watching the drama of cry and woe.
“Make love not war” her teacher had once said,
Before her were the words worn and dead.
Here they made war and bombs did rule
Shattered were families in many a red pool.
Her little hands could fight no more
Whilst her little self getting sore
She fought till her last
Wondering when her teachers words would come to a forever last !
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