A Child’s Reflection


Made homeless from home
Bombed city where though many
Extend an armless arm, find it harder
To hold peace than explosives
In a napalmed land
Where arms are more expensive
Than human hands.As home
bred exile I learn to follow safety
through blood on the road
lit flashed by bomb-light,
To grow under a chemical sky
Dripping with nuclear fall outs
Flowing to other poison
Poured daily on earth and mind –
Today planet earth, tomorrow the stars.
How sad man who dreams of a home
In hereafter, can’t share their warmth
To each other’s heart, here and now
On native home land EARTH.

Rate this post
Previous articleA Blind Beggar
Next articleA Dream


Please enter your comment!
Please enter your name here