A Child Of War Poem by Eman obied

A Child Of War

Rating: 5.0


Hunger hits the bottom
Of his hollow stomach
Like a mother hawk
strikes A vulnerable prey
Distress comes easy
as game of trey
The colors of bright & dark blood
Stain a shirt and A face washed with mud
Ashes become a common taste
to top the crunches of bread he craves
The smell of fire & flames
Eat up his lungs
Screams & cries are
the languages of all tongues
Motherland is a home yet with no house
He seeks peace

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 23 October 2012

Oh how i hate war. A sad scene poem but excellently presented. Hope u read me too.

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Ahmed Hamid 04 May 2012

wow that is really touching.. the way you describe things is just perfect :)

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