Hope wonders alone
A tiny speck overlooked
She trudges along shores of despondency
Across a skyline of death and destruction
Where atrocious bombs fall like hail amidst the pelting rain of bullets
And the waters lap at her feet, stained red with the blood of her kin
She clings onto the promise of a father’s return.
A promise that wreaks of betrayal
She is born to this world
Paying the price for the crimes of a few
Forever burdened by the scars of yesterday
Bred by war
Never knowing peace
He hides and watches
But dread still filters into his soul
And death corrupts his spirit
The inhuman acts he sees douse all humanity within
He is born to this world
Fed by treachery and raised by duplicity
Forever carrying the burdens of yesterday
The price of war.
Love is our best remedy for the wounds and scars inflicted, both mental and physical.
Let us find ways to extend love to those displaced and affected by war. Even a little bit can change a child’s outlook on life.