THROUGH THE Eyes OF A CHILD

Rapid gun fire all around 
Houses crumbling 
Without warning to the ground 

For the life of one a city is targeted 
An enemy of the West
Who must be annihilated

But I am a child, caught up in a war
Having no knowledge of war at all

Families running Helter skelter 
Grabbing what they can
A one leg man crawling 
On his hand
Crying out for help as he drags in the sand

And there I stood 
Unaware of what's going on
As jets and helicopters 
Swoops in and unleash 
Their payload 

Every one scared for their lives 
Running in either direction 
To escape the bombardment 
Except me, I was only three

Like an untouched statue 
Covered by the dust 
From what was ruined 
I am left in the streets 
Alone and unwanted.

Wilford Barker.