Eventually, they put an end
to their sleepless nights
They called it freedom, and
I was denied the rights
The right to go to school
holding HIS finger tight
The right to cuddle in HER
lap on a Saturday night
I am a Scape goat
Lying on the altar
That is what it feels like
To be a prisoner of this war
A war sans weapons
A war sans blood shed
Just a war of words
That leaves me dead!
Let us be water
6 years ago
8 comments:
The pain of a war orphaned child. . . So well described.
His Woes are truely innumerable. How sad a plight.
agreed riversoul...she has described it very well...!! :)
troubled mind of his, and many troubles he has as well...!!
PS.
Blog updated
:)
nice write up..went through other posts too..
the pain of the sufferer was depicted very well..!!
so after a break,
you're back on track :)
yes, this was really describing the agony... and i believe this is how terrorists are born... orphaned children of civilians who loose life in militant attacks...
Anyways, good work da, keep writing.... :)
Your poetry is very nice I like rhyming poetry, would you like a link?
*sob*sob*...beautiful...
Hey nan,
Blog updated.
:)
Do visit.
:)
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