Soldiers Boots

by Steph   Oct 6, 2005


She looks around
and what does she see
her lovely village destroyed
She wonders how
in so little time?
She remembers the drumming
of soldiers boots
running on gravel
she hears the horrible sound
of gunshots
flying through the air
blood dripping from the bodies
the smell of smoke
rising from her home
everything she owns now gone
burnt to the ground
must run to escape
only thouight on peoples' minds
but-no impossible
soldiers everywhere
certain death if attempted
parents murdered
lying on the ground
all at the hands of the soldiers
many men all
carrying weapons
guns powerfuland deadly
young babies cry
while being ripped
from mothers' desperate arms
kids scream in fear
watching their parents
being beaten and round up
taken away
children left alone
serparated from siblings
those small or weak
are killed on the spot
boys as young as 8 taken
used as soldiers
children feared by all
no choice must kill or be killed
some girls as well
but no- girls mostly
taken and sold as sex slaves
she's raped daily
forced into prostitution
the trucks carrying children
slowly drive off
remaing parents
wheeping for lost children
dead or alive-
either way lost...

THanks 4 reading I know it's long plz comment!!

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