Oh most mighty merciful one,
where are you when we cry,
where are you when we scream,
where are you when we die?
I prayed to you for many days,
but still the soldiers came,
I begged for you to save us all,
but everything stayed the same.
The shells and bullets kept flying,
throughout every day and night,
and my people kept on dying,
surely Lord this is not right!
And now! The soldiers, they are here!
They've crashed into our house,
I scream in terror, so great my fear!
I don't................
Tom 29/05/2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem