The last time I saw you
War had not stained the innocence of your face;
Kindly smiles played on your lips
Your eyes were blind with curiosity.

You used to play pranks on girls
At dawn, by the village stream
The same girls I heard you raped
With their dead babies knotted to their backs

They forced you to lick your conscience
With the blood of your mother
Your lanky frame couldn't carry much weight
How much more an AK-47 with rusted nozzles?

They say you are now a 12-year old man
A child soldier fighting adult wars
They say death has imprisoned your soul
And locked your eyes behind dark goggles


The stories your mouth refuses to tell
Your ears wish they never heard them
Now rumour has it
That you would never return home again

Deep..

So sorry about this poem.


Child labour. ...children solider. ...manipulation.



The mood of the writter is a sad one ..worried.

So worried about this poem.


Child labour. ...children solider. ...manipulation.



The mood of the writter is a sad one ..worried.