A perspective poem from the angle of child soldier. How it would be if the tables were turned.
Wet jungle, licking shack
There I was born
Guns on the rack
My toys for fun
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Rambo is my name
I ride in fame
Never fail, never to be blame
Duties I do with no complain
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Is it my fault?
Do I have a choice?
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I kill, I maim
This is me… how I was raised
I know no other
Why should any bother?
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You judge me… I know
I live under, fate’s blow
Who’s right? Who’s wrong?
And who’s to decide?
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Why judge me?
You did not save me
Are you human?
So am I
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Gun powder and rice
My baby food
Give me your childhood
I yearn for brotherhood
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Let the table be turn
You with the gun
Running for dare life
In a pointless strife
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Now, I above
You to judge
What be your plea?
Answer me! I say.
Copyright © 2009 K.K. Agbermodji All Rights Reserved.
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