Not Our Problem
Please help me
I don’t want to die
I’m more than some
Impoverished child
I’m someone deep inside
Bones protrude
Belly swells
Flies attracted
To my living hell
Mama won’t wake up
What is that smell?
Whole village leveled
Most my family
Wiped out yesterday
Bombs and missiles
From so far away
Found one still intact
Made in the USA
Guilty of being born
Into a geopolitical storm
Suffering war torn
Foreboding & forlorn
Got an uncle
Who’s still alive
Started touching me
When I was five
Now I’ll do whatever
It takes, to survive
Please help me
I don’t want to die
I’m more than some
Poor, poster child
I’m someone deep inside...
Too young, too small
To understand at all
That my insignificance
Is but a speck upon your world
I gather with the
Remaining boys and girls
Reality’s where we play around
In the craters and atop the mounds
Making good our
Trashed, treasures found
But how we all scatter and run
When the sky rips with sound
Mama’s on a pile
A big machine pushes
Them into the ground...
Reality’s where we play around
In the craters and atop the mounds
Please help me
I don’t want to die
I’m more than some
Desperate child
I’m someone deep inside...