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‘This Child’ – Promote Yourself


This child had done nothing wrong;

he threw no stones, spat none,

Fired no missiles nor guns

at mankind,

yet he barely appreciated what it meant to be alive,

he didn’t have that frame of mind.


This child was pure;

he did not curse, did not hate,

Saw himself above nobody more,

yet he is the victim of his own geography

where being on either side is not being free.


This child knew no politics;

nothing of one man’s broken promises

and ceasefires ended

with the kick of the soldier

and butt of his gun.

No, this child knew of no sin,

was unaware of the things happening around him.


This child corralled no man into a territory

enclosed by walls.

Did not enforce a law

with a shout, and his gun drawn.


But this child died in a hail of shells,

running scared through rubble,

with no judgement, no pain he wished to inflict,

yet he died in the arms of his weeping father

He died with no concept of conflict,

and now not a happy ever after.


No, this child was a child in each sense,

a child who was loyal to his parents and understood consequence,

and was killed, struck in a brutal attack

and now his mother cries each night,

wishing for her little son back.


This world is one where humanity just takes

and children pay the price for their forefather’s mistakes.


oli ferenth

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About poetreecreations

I am an author writer publisher web administrator I run poetry workshops in the community. My published Manners childrens poetry book can be found at

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