My son who is 16 wrote this poem... The War Widow As she looks down the crack through her window, The gunshots remind her that she is a widow, The war has spread, the happiness is mild, There is no one to comfort her but her one child As the cock crows, the birds sing, What is on her mind, is one thing, How to keep calm, and not get wild, For there is no one to comfort her, but her one child As the economy cracks, your government turns against you, They treat her like a disease; they call her the common flu, She thought they were wise, it turned out they lied, And there is no one to comfort her, but her one child She was beautiful and elegant; you may have called her a peacock, When she walked into a room, heads turned, you would think a ship docked, But now the war has forced her to run, forced her to hide And there is no one to comfort her but her one child As the sunset grows closer, take a deep breath through your lungs, She is a mother, strong and proud, would do anything for her young, But there is no food on the table, no life so he died, And now, there is no one to comfort her, not even her one child Mark Jamal, 16 Laiser Hill Academy Nairobi Kenya ©2014
Posted on: Wed, 12 Mar 2014 06:34:19 +0000
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