Child of War | Isah Bala

Like a savage wind sponsored by Ariel,
Tossing things around, plaguing the treasures
Not too young to recall,
The sounds of Kalashnikov set the city array
 Bullets rained from the dangling evil-jets flooding the city with fire,
drowning as many souls as it can

The light from Kalashnikov offered illumination
Racing atop the littered bodies; the yesterdays peer group
Bullets tossed Ibrahim, fell with his ambition
Bullets heaved Yaman, the best reciter of Qur'an
Tears of anguish run in papa's nose, held mom tightly, he fell to enemies hands
Run! Run!! I heard papa's re-echoing voice

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Where am I running to?
Where is papa's hand of tenderness,
mama's smiles of hope, Adnan troubles of joy?
In peace you lie caressing your pillows
dusk came, we are refugees.
No relatives, no hope
No food, no more hide-and-seek
Where is Mama?
What is our offense?