This is for that child soldier
Fighting on the battlefield
What do you do when all you know of
Is to kill or be killed?
This is for those little girls and boys
Playing in the war torn streets
Who'll never have the chance just to grow up
And live one day in peace.
Blocked by a wall of destruction
Trapped in a maze crying out
Where conditions are poor, hopes are fading and violence is all about
Where children are forced to pick up arms and take lives as precious as their own
Losing their innocence one death at a time until what's left is gone
Where young girls are raped, tortured and murdered and no one can tell them why
They grew up in the crosshairs of chaos caught in the crossfire
It's hard to imagine anything worse than what your life has equated to
So I wrote down this verse filled with solemn words to dedicate to you.
Timothy James 12 29 12
*A poem for child soldiers and children that fell victim to the harsh realities of political violence. R.I.P. to all of the little angels that died before their time and never got the chance to live their lives and see adulthood. This is for those who never knew peace and for the innocent whose lives were claimed in the shadow of war.