W.C.N.S.F.M- Wounded Child No Surviving Family Member
Today I sit and wonder,
As bombs shower with thunder.
From the icy northern tundra
To the sunny isles down under
I ask- what is my blunder?
Where is the world?
How could your heart be so cold?
Is our blood worth the bombs you have sold?
Am I just a story to be retold?
Today I sit and think.
Will I ever use a face-sink?
When will my food not drop in the ocean and sink?
Oh, how my heart sinks.
There is no one left in my life but names on my skin.
Oh world leaders- if you have the power to kill,
If you have the power to make nations stand still,
Do you not have the will,
To cease this bloodbath and never again- give children this chill?
Oh world- I know that I will trigger a thought for you to remember-
The moments we asked you for a military defender.
Even in hospitals my family could not seek shelter.
Oh world- you neither know my name nor gender,
But these are the tears of a Wounded Child No Surviving Family Member
If you receive this- don't ignore me, please
Spread my pleas for some ease.
I am now orphaned at risk of infectious disease.
But soon my strength shall increase,
Till I reunite with my family now deceased in peace.
Dr. Zafir Latchan