The Child

That day, the jeep moved on
Rubble on the ground, smoke in the air
Gunshots piercing our courage went on
Fear and death spread everywhere.

From the debris, a small head peeped
Ruffled brown hair, covered with dust
Inside, my heart painfully shrieked
Stopping was dying, flee we must.

Bombs muted all sound
But her cries I could hear
She was far away in a mound
But I could feel her tears.

Today, the car drove away
Concrete on the ground, sun in the air
Children were playing young and gay
Peace and life spread everywhere.

From the window, a small head peeped
Baby pink bow, rosy cheeks
Inside, my heart painfully shrieked
Such a head I once left in a place bleak.

Ten years back, a war killed a girl
Blood and dust marked her death
Ten years since, born was a girl
School and joy marked her health.

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