War Poem - Tear Of A Child
I do not know when mom will return
I wait here for the promise that I was given
I am waiting for my food
I hear people crying
And I can’t go outside as I’m alone
I hear the thunder of jets
The sound of bombs hitting the ground
I am really afraid as to what I should do
I really think I should go out
But I can’t break the promise I gave
I feel the hunger rising
And the pain of m...
Friday 8th June 2018 5:27 am
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