It was so late at night
i couldn't see anything
If only there were more light
I can hear people crying
saying please help me, my son is dieing
Hoping this was a nightmare
Wake me up please, i cannot bare
Finally the sun was rising
Slowly the sounds are fading
So i decided to keep on running
Even though i don't know where i'm heading
I heard a gunshot
I got so scared from the sound i hit the ground
Realizing i couldn't get back up
because that ammo was heading for me
I started to bleed
Recalling moments when i was a seed
My mother was always there for me
but that was something i couldn't see
Now i'm dieing in this war
they're having no mercy on me
if only i get that other chance
i would have mercy on her
Great poem! ! ! ! ! Mercy is a hard thing to come by In such a cruel world.keep wrighting 10+++++++++ ~Unique~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thank you! ! -sara--