Tribute to the victim of war
Did you see the little girl,
the one standing against the wall,
she look so demure,
her heart is still so pure,
doesn’t really matter if her clothes covered with holes,
still waiting,
still hoping,
that someone in the shining armour,
will take her away from this world,
far from this destructing war.
Have you seeen her parent?,
they were last seen in the tent,
where are her brothers?,
whom she used to play with gleefully,
where are her sisters?
whom she sing with melodiously.
All of them are gone,
leaving her alone,
the day the sky rain bullet and stone.
The smell of freshly baked bread used to filled the air,
now only filthy smell of corpse lying everywhere.
She used to eat,
she used to feast,
now she’s forced to swallow the bittersweet,
the taste of life she swear not to forget.
Will she hear the sound of laughter again?
or perhaps her family calling out her name,
after long exciting game .
All she can hear now are women’s whailing,
and children’s crying.
Where can she go now?
there is no place to hide,
no where to run,
from the ruthless soldier’s gun.
The day is dark,
the night is cold,
the sun refuse to shine,
on the broken hope.
How long can she survive,little girl?
the one standing against the wall.
