Bomb Boy The small boy stood,
Before his house,
Afraid to move,
Scared as a mouse.
A big man came,
With smiling face,
And took the boy,
Home to his place.
"It is not fair",
The big man said,
"That your poor mum,
And dad are dead"
"Bad people came,
Across the sea,
To drop big bombs,
On you and me"
The small boy's heart,
Was filled with hate,
"I'll get them back,
Just you wait"
His anger grew,
From day to day,
It simply would,
Not go away.
The boy became,
A walking bomb,
So he could fix
Up all the wrong!
Joy Weare.
9th July, 2004.
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