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.


I am not sure where this poem came from, I was listening to an Eagle album. It flowed so smoothly, that I had to complete it there and then.