War Child.......By the Poet...DaMaGe.

[Damage.]

Waking up to the stench of rotting corpses & diseases...
the morning light hits my eyes, and my action ceases...

Praying that i'm dreaming, but i have just awoken...
but its real , i'm coughing and I'm not even smoking...

My life, once again flashes before my eyes...
it hits me in awe, & then I realize

I was the one child casted out of paradise
to live in a camp , filled with misery & vise....

My dad died, he was killed by the army...
My mom cries, & is always behind me...

we thought those men were nice, the ones wearing the khaki suitz..
instead they told the world lies, and anyone that moved , they'd shoot...

they even loot, if they like something they see...
I'm living the definition of Misery...

One night they walked in, and told us all to leave....
the ones who didn't , we saw dead on the streets...
dogs eating their bodies, death was on increase...

then we heard noises, and a loud blast....
fire lit up the sky, I felt it crush my Mass....

I laid bleeding, crying, weeping on the road...
my mom next to me, with her head blown off...

cowards dropped bombs, while children like me were innocent...
I had my leg chopped off, my death is imminent...

I did nothing to them,I was just a baby....
I know theirs a divine being out there, please come & save me