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Life of a Child

I only see the world from my little brown eyes,
I do not know what the future holds or when will I be set free,
Orphaned young never good at hi's and goodbye's,
Aunt gazes at the horizon in front of the blue sea,
Breathing deeply under the moon with silent cries,
She speaks of a mournful war where we had to flee,
Scary things were thrown by planes flying in the skies,
She speaks of its ending when the war yearned to beget me,
Am I a very lucky child? Am I a devil in disguise?
Have I stopped the war? Have I caused the debris?
Why kill my family? Why act on a mere surmise?
Should I change my colour or beg on my knee?
She looks at me smiling; all the pain she denies,
She opens a new page treating me as a marquis,
Going to the park sliding down sitting on her thighs,
Then playing hide-and-seek and I count to thirty three,
Embracing my mother's ghost through painful cries,
Enjoying my father's ghost's company in front of the TV,
I only see the world from my little brown eyes,
I do not know what the future holds or when will I be set free.


Tuesday, 23rd of February 2010

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