sits on the sidelines <br />the shots ring out loud <br />watches the smoke clear <br />pushes through the crowd <br />everyone's shouting <br />angered and riled <br />just a day in the life <br />of a war child <br /> <br />sees all the people <br />grieving and sighing <br />grown men and women <br />sobbing and crying <br />all of the bodies <br />scattered and piled <br />just a day in the life <br />of a war child <br /> <br />scans the horizon <br />no signs of life <br />just two hundred guns <br />a sword and a knife <br />where once fields of flowers <br />grew beautiful and wild <br />just a day in the life <br />of a war child <br /> <br />tosses some roses <br />six feet down in the ground <br />father, dear father <br />I wish you could hear the sound <br />of the bombs going off <br />as the white men smiled <br />save me from this life <br />as a war child.<br /><br />Jade Leven<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/war-child/
