Living like this, it's not a life
What have I done to pay such a price
Afriad to close my eyes to sleep
And it's Hope that people tell me to keep
Who am I to even speak
While I tell him to count sheep
My nephew, only 6 years old
And go to sleep is what he's told.
Even though I can't do the same.
Wonder if I'm the one to blame.
The Nightmares come and go
How I'd like an end to the show
A shot is hear miles away
A scream that is held at bay
So much blood, a sight not forgotten,
Still to this day it haunts me
To the point I can't sleep
With all that I dream every night
I still sit here and tell him to fight
6 years old he may be
But who I am to tell him to sleep?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem