A POEM: CHILDREN OF GUNS...
CHILDREN OF GUNS...
"Every child deserves to be loved;
Nurtured and protected"
So I thought as a child...;
But;
Our Children have been through terror and horror, wars and death;
Psychosomatic scars has been inflicted on all of them..."
Nurtured and protected"
So I thought as a child...;
But;
Our Children have been through terror and horror, wars and death;
Psychosomatic scars has been inflicted on all of them..."
...
Guns at hand, bullets to heads;
Weapons unleashed, cuts and stitches;
Houses, schools, hospitals, markets and worship places all ablaze;
Crowd vanishing;
Everywhere, blood stains;
Parents on death row, Children on weep row;
"No! Don't die!", so they cry.
Weapons unleashed, cuts and stitches;
Houses, schools, hospitals, markets and worship places all ablaze;
Crowd vanishing;
Everywhere, blood stains;
Parents on death row, Children on weep row;
"No! Don't die!", so they cry.
Abandoned, dilapidated and lost;
No place to return, no bed, no sleep;
Childhood war-torn, shattered world;
Memories of bleeding guns and shooting swords;
Will they survive...?
No place to return, no bed, no sleep;
Childhood war-torn, shattered world;
Memories of bleeding guns and shooting swords;
Will they survive...?
The images, the sounds;
The horror acts of wars;
The stench of blood on spree;
The vicious faces of warlords,
Haunt and taunt them.
The horror acts of wars;
The stench of blood on spree;
The vicious faces of warlords,
Haunt and taunt them.
Pervasive feelings of depression;
Anxiety, hopelessness, grief;
Antipathy, anger and fear has ripped their strength;
Few who survive live in intact silence;
Finding solace is being introverted.
Anxiety, hopelessness, grief;
Antipathy, anger and fear has ripped their strength;
Few who survive live in intact silence;
Finding solace is being introverted.
No goodness, no kindness;
No feelings for humanity;
Young kids now cold-blooded creatures;
With little or no sanity.
No feelings for humanity;
Young kids now cold-blooded creatures;
With little or no sanity.
They are now heartless, merciless;
They are full of revenge;
They are degraded;
They are Children of Guns.
They are full of revenge;
They are degraded;
They are Children of Guns.
They survived wars;
They watched their parents die...
They watched their parents die...
Having a crepitating crater of hatred and rage,
They are out on the streets, "soul for soul"
They are out on the streets, "soul for soul"
...
Hold on! Oh Children of hurt;
Hold on!! Oh Children of vengeance
Hold on!!! Oh Children of brokenness;
Be calm, Oh Children of Guns.
Hold on!! Oh Children of vengeance
Hold on!!! Oh Children of brokenness;
Be calm, Oh Children of Guns.
We suffer your soreness;
We bleed your cut.
Our hearts are as well broken;
But the hurtful truth is:
- Vengeance isn't the way.
We bleed your cut.
Our hearts are as well broken;
But the hurtful truth is:
- Vengeance isn't the way.
...
You can break out of this bond;
Time and faith can trim your rage and woes;
We beg of you to gulp the pills of clemency;
Only then will you find hope, peace and love, more than you lost.
Time and faith can trim your rage and woes;
We beg of you to gulp the pills of clemency;
Only then will you find hope, peace and love, more than you lost.
We implore you, oh CHILDREN OF GUNS;
That you become CHILDREN OF GREATNESS...
That you become CHILDREN OF GREATNESS...
#CHILDRENOFGUNS #CHILDRENOFGREATNESS
#SAYNOTOWAR #STOPTHEKILLINGS #STOPVIOLENCE
#HELPTHEMFINDHOPE #PEACE #UNITY #HOPE
#LOVE #BEUNE #NORTHERNNIGERIA #SYRIA
#SAYNOTOWAR #STOPTHEKILLINGS #STOPVIOLENCE
#HELPTHEMFINDHOPE #PEACE #UNITY #HOPE
#LOVE #BEUNE #NORTHERNNIGERIA #SYRIA
CHILDREN OF GUNS...
Composed & Written By:
Blessing Esohe Emwanta X Treasure Ugwumsinachi Gift...
Blessing Esohe Emwanta X Treasure Ugwumsinachi Gift...
Graphics By: Treasure Ugwumsinachi Gift...
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