Pleasant Child Poem by Tabraze Rasul

I see you perplexed but keen to know
A pleasant child with a pleasant glow,
In such forsaken places on such forsaken soil
In time of war we scavenge for its spoils.
I see you orphaned with no love to embrace
A pleasant child with a pleasant face.
A child of our time, what horrors you saw.
A child of peace, we the children of war.
You shut your eyes, your peace, your refuge.
Life discarded, a life in destitute,
You body now taken, stolen by Grim
Bullets pierce you through flesh and bone of thin.
You collapse in a heap, alone you lie
A pleasant child you pleasantly die.