I am not a poetry person and this is the first time I share poetry I believe. Why? Because reading this I felt my gut being wrenched. The war-torn child I will tell God everything The sharp metal pieces Taken out of my stomach Will come with me.. I will tell God everything The men with the guns And the aeroplanes of fire Will all get in trouble I will tell God everything And ask if the lightening in the sky Was Him taking photos If not, I’ll give him my drawings I will tell God everything That mama’s face was gone But I found Baba’s feet And put them together like shoes ©Hafsah Aneela Bashir
Posted on: Fri, 11 Jul 2014 13:49:09 +0000