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.
With all these wars on the papers and on the television, its so hard to comprehend what people are going through, the terror and pain, peace and understanding is what is needed now...!
© Lissie Bull 2012
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