Look at me, look at me, the little girl said,
I can run and jump, stand on my head.
Look at me, look at me, the pretty girl cried,
I can sing and dance, play on the slide.
Look at me, look at me, the war child said,
I can shoot and flee, cast rocks at your head.
Look at me, look at me, the war child cried,
I can scream and bleed, find a dark place to hide.
Look at me, look at me, the little boy said,
I can ride and climb, jump on my bed.
Look at me, look at me, the smiling boy cried,
I can whistle, bang drums, play five-a-side.
Look at me, look at me, the war child said,
I can throw home-made bombs and laugh at the dead,
Look at me, look at me, the war child cried,
I weep for my childhood and the human divide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem