Stolen Kids

by Steph   Feb 21, 2006


She looks around
And what does she see
Her lovely village destroyed
She wonders how in so little time?
She remembers the drumming
of boots- soldiers boots
walking- no running on gravel
The horrible sounds
of gunshots and bullets
flying through the air
hitting everyone
the young and the old
Then the horrible smells
of the smoke from fires
devouring houses and people
All burning to the ground
Escape- that's what people think about but
No impossible
Soldiers everywhere
Certain death if attempted
Parents murdered
Many children orphaned
all at the hands of the soldiers
Babies scream while being ripped
from loving mother's arms
Children crying in fear
Watching their parents being beaten while being round up
Separated from siblings
Kids to small or weak
Are killed on the spot
small boys as young as 8
Taken to become soldiers themselves
Forced into the same unfortunate
Must kill or be killed
Need to steal to stay alive
The girls are kidnapped and sold
Sex slaves is what they become
Must do what master says
or be beaten or killed
The roaring trucks carrying
children slowly drive off
Remaining parents
sobbing and weeping
For their lost precious children
Dead or Alive
Either way lost

Children caught up in
government wars
innocent kids on no one's side
simply children
forced to fight or die
This vicious cycle continues
Must cling to hope- only thing left
But for what? - Escape
Such an amazing word
but for most
for most impossible

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  • 18 years ago

    by Ali

    WOW that is an amazing poem, good work!