979: For The Many Children In War Zones! ! Poem by Catastrophe KING

Whoever had lived to narrate that sight?
The sight of an approaching missile!

For Ismail, he had just seen six years of this world
And, the impression war was making in his mind!

Was he happy that day, playing in the gardens
Had he even known what hatred or death was?

For his age it was another moment of excitement,
A decade hence, would he be able to explain?

Uncertain of the present moment, and the loss
Would he empathize with the loss of his family?

Would he excite again at the sight of a missile?
Would he ever again narrate this story with pride?

For Ismail, he had just seen six years of this world
And, the impression war was making in his mind

Whoever had lived to narrate that sight?
........ The sight of an approaching missile!