My poem, Innocent Ones is dedicated to warmongering czars who love war. This poem will be posted periodically to remind people of what war does to innocent people. INNOCENT ONES Created and Written by Ebony Debora Hello America I am 11 years old, and live in the middle east. Where I live , theres very little peace. This is where the drums of war beat! Theres not enough money to buy food to eat! Rumbles of war makes it hard to sleep! Sometimes its hard for me to walk because fear makes my knees weak! Id live elsewhere, if I had a choice Today, I heard this really loud noise Boom! Boom! Boom! Dad and Mom ran in my room! Frightened out of my wits I just wanted the loud noises to quit! Mom hugged me . Dad patted my hand! The loud noises started again and again! Our house shook Curtains were flapping I asked Mom why this was happening! Mom shouted! Son? Of you I couldnt have been prouder! Tears poured from her eyes and the noises got louder and louder ! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Dad put his arms around my shoulder and said , Its okay Son, the bombing will stop soon! But they struck again and again like they were never going to end! I was so scared I couldnt stop shaking! Mom shoutied, Im sick of all this hating! Suddenly, the lights in my room got dim! Dad pulled me and Mom closer to him! I put my hands over my ears , because the loud noises hurt them so bad.! The fear on Dad and Moms face made me feel , really sad! I had never seen them afraid ! They knew soon we could be dead! All of a sudden! I couldnt hear nothing! I dont remember going to sleep but woke up on my bed! I tried to get up but couldnt move my legs! All I could do was turn my head! I saw Dads body in large puddles of red! I knew he was.dead! I was so scared! Instantly I looked for my mama I couldnt hold back my vomit or feces! The bottom of her body was in pieces! I shut my eyes tight and screamed and screamed! I Prayed. that I was having nightmare, not just bad dream! My bed shook hard I cried out to the LORD, I opened and shut my eyes ,again and again , hoping the hate, that did this, to my parents, would go away.! Hoping theyd wake and say Son, everything is going to be okay! Then I tried hard as I could to get up so I could hug my Dad and Mom one last time! Unable to, I started crying! I managed to raised my head, Didnt see my legs! The bottom of my bed was soaked in red! I could feel my body getting weak I knew my chance of surviving was bleak! BOOM! I felt my bed and body shake! Smoke filled my room with dark gray! Dad and Mom taught me to always Pray! I cried out loud to the LORD , but I couldnt hear my own voice! I was shocked when I heard someone say; Son its okay, but its time to leave My eyes were open but I couldnt see I had no idea who was carrying me. Hoping he could hear my voice I asked Where are you taking me? He answered softly. Away from pain and grief. Dont fret. Im taking you back to your Heavenly home where there is no more hating. Your Mom and Dad are waiting. I smiled then closed my eyes and died Dad and Moms voice called out to me, welcoming me to eternity. Written by Ebony Debora (C)
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 15:35:01 +0000
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