Not Our Problem

Please help me

I don’t want to die

I’m more than some

Impoverished child

I’m someone deep inside

Bones protrude

Belly swells

Flies attracted

To my living hell

Mama won’t wake up

What is that smell?

Whole village leveled

Most my family

Wiped out yesterday

Bombs and missiles

From so far away

Found one still intact

Made in the USA

Guilty of being born

Into a geopolitical storm

Suffering war torn

Foreboding & forlorn

Got an uncle

Who’s still alive

Started touching me

When I was five

Now I’ll do whatever

It takes, to survive

Please help me

I don’t want to die

I’m more than some

Poor, poster child

I’m someone deep inside...

Too young, too small

To understand at all

That my insignificance

Is but a speck upon your world

I gather with the

Remaining boys and girls

Reality’s where we play around

In the craters and atop the mounds

Making good our

Trashed, treasures found

But how we all scatter and run

When the sky rips with sound

Mama’s on a pile

A big machine pushes

Them into the ground...

Reality’s where we play around

In the craters and atop the mounds

Please help me

I don’t want to die

I’m more than some

Desperate child

I’m someone deep inside...