A Child of War

He was a child of the universe

Born into a hostile country

No mother or father to care

Never knowing any love or pity

Was found naked, hungry and cold

Laying there on the dirt floor alone

Gun fire could be heard all around

He was nothing but skin and bone

This child was given up for lost

For this place had the smell of death

Flies everywhere, no comfort here

If left, he would take his last breath.

Scooping him up into my arms

Wrapping a dirty rag around him

Saving the child from this horror

Could give him a chance, however slim.

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© Lissie Bull 2012