A Song for the Unknown Child
Something written impromptu; maybe I hear too many unheard cries of late? This is written for those kids whose childhood has been cut short - perhaps by war, calamity or acts of terror.
They were not meant to be headline news in negative sense. Maybe if we were tolerant enough, we might have seen another flower bloom!
I was born in someone's womb, I loved the rocking horse, Alas my friends now lay scattered I hardly care for carousels, Castles are meant to be broken I care for one more cuddle Image source: Inked One Steemit Blogger Central: You can post your articles on our channels for real time growth
Cherished, nourished and nurtured.
I have been in the shop of candy
Built a castle on the sea shore.
Also the carousel at fun fair.
I've founded many realms, in play;
Lost countless hours in peekaboo.
Maybe I'll see them no more.
My kingdom of heaven is lost too
Buried in cobweb memories.
My life's gone for a spin.
The rocking horse surely exists
Under the shattered roofs of home.
But what about my little dreams?
I can no longer savour candy
After tasting my own blood.
I cannot see my mom
I am not a count, neither a statistic
I was born in someone's womb, you know?!
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Emotions well portrayed, truly heart wrenching!
Thanks. It's not a situation for anyone to be in