Poetry

Little girl, trying to sleep in your bed
don't listen to the sounds of bombs nearby.
Just close your eyes and try not to cry
and let your brother sing you a lullaby.

And don't listen to the noise of the guns
as the bullets flash by your door, don't cry.
Just think of the peace found in sleep
while your brother sings you a lullaby.

Little girl, as you sleep in your bed
when you dream, try not dream of the day
When the soldiers came with their guns
and took your father away.

And when you wake up to a new day
looking for the sun, through dust and smoke.
Try to find some hope in that terrible place
as you and your brother strive to cope.

Little girl, war is the world of grown ups
and there is nothing you can do.
Even if you tell them of your fear and sorrow
no one will listen to you.

But when the war is over and done
and you no longer here an exploding shell.
Maybe your young life will be a better place
more like heaven and less like hell.