War and Pestilence
mist covers the water
i swim forward, hoping for the shore
mist parts, shore appears
there stands death
waiting
the water turns to blood
deaths outstreched hands grab for mine
unseen hands pull me back
a voice echos softly in the silence
not yet, not today...
i awake
my parents still dead
my younger siblings counting on me
the oldest surviving member of my family
we need food
water
shelter
we need
i struggle through the day
lie awake in my makeshift bed
not wanting to sleep
i know what dreams await
i know my future
i am 14 years old
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Wish I could remember what I was listening to on the radio a week and a half ago or so that inspired the above words. If I did, I'd link to the news article.
I do not know who to attribute the picture to as I received it in an e-mail. Sorry.
3 comments:
To describe the unimaginable suffering and conflicts in parts of the world with such caring is truly amazing, Peter! Has he given up? Hope seems to have abandoned so many children at the hands of those only interested in their own power and greed. Beautifully expressed! pv :))
Wow! Just Wow!!! As Brosreview keeps saying to me: "Keep writing". Great stuff, PV!
Have you seen the movie, "Tsotsi"? I think you'd like it.
Kat
Thank you both!
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