The child soldier

by sock   Sep 5, 2005


So young
hands stained with blood
gone are the innocence
the joy, the freedom

look in the harrowed eyes
see the pain and fear
he looked like a rabbit
holding a gun

he had to shoot
or he'd be shot
it was one way
and no other

the smell of death lingers
pungent and musky
it permeates the daze
snaps him back to reality

everything's so facical
so many days pass by
cycles complete
premature maturing

but still the fire smoulders
deep in his heart
maybe he'll wake up
maybe its just a nightmare

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  • 18 years ago

    by Lyn

    This poem really stopped me from moving on. I had to read it three times because it touched me so deeply. Thank you Sock.

  • 19 years ago

    by Katie Bennett

    I wasnt tryna be mean, really i wasnt. But with more exotic poems like that, it takes longer to get the full effect out to the reader. SO, with exotic/sex poems like that was, they normally are longer. But i do see what you're saying, hope you didnt take offense to it. And also, so you know, i'll be 17 next month...lol. Just thought you should know :)

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