A perspective poem from the angle of child soldier. How it would be if the tables were turned.

Child Soldier

 

Wet jungle, licking shack

There I was born

Guns on the rack

My toys for fun

 ~

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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