A Girl

I'm eight and an eighth years old
With this big green flag I have to wave
Oh and chant...I forget the chanting-
But I have to chant for the kernal they say.

The kernal is talking now and I must be still
Daddy says he cares about me and we must
Stay close...

He must not have a best friend
That man. Oh look! Abu is here
And there is space over there where
We can play doctors and nurses.



Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-03-24 at 00:47

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A Boy

I'm eight and eighth years old
and I wonder how long
I will have to wait
before I too can kill
2011-03-26


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice, Linda.
2011-03-26


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
I can't blame this little girl for being more interested in playtime with Abu!

This makes me think: Let children be children! And it squeezes my heart painfully that her world is stolen by the madness of power by a man and worldwide political "diplomacy" debating how their profit deals will be affected! To me, presenting it from the child's perspective drives home the appalling reality of the situation. *hugs* xx
2011-03-25


Rob Graber
What a great perspective!
2011-03-24


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
An interesting poem , Jenks , has me thinking.
Ken ( D Williams )
2011-03-24