5 August 2012
I wish I had a bed a place to lay my head. Love in abundance, a heart that wasn't redundant. That food was plenty, and I didn't need to beg.
My cries could be heard, but mostly they fall on deaf ears. My tears could be dried, instead another one dies. Ignored by the world, its not at your back door.
Abuse, deception or greed, or just to satisfy a need. My innocence is snatched, I'm left feeling detached Casualties of war left with the short straw.
Checkpoints on my way to school, soldiers taunts being so cruel. Our deaths won't be the last, Its a legacy of our past. War, famine or simply neglect, sadly its my life.
The Eyes Of A Child. • Opuss № I