Amazing Misa
01-01-2012, 10:11 AM
THIS MEANS WAR by Manal Jamal
The fight for my country
is a top priority every day
but the war has hurt my family
in every imaginable way.
My daughter is also
top priority in my life.
She has to live without a mother.
And me? Without a wife.
One day as we sat
in our house on a hill,
a bullet shot through
the window sill.
And my daughter lay
on the mat, on the floor
as a soldier kicked open
our beaten door.
They stomped through the house
without a care.
But take me away?
They wouldn't dare.
I ran to my daughter
whom I caressed,
when I noticed that a bullet
had hit her chest,
and I noticed a tear
searing down her cheek
but when I felt her pulse,
There was nothing,
not a beat.
"I'm sorry, so sorry.
I love you, my child."
I remembered the way
she used to smile
And tell me that
she loved me too.
"Maybe, my child, I'll be seeing you soon".
yasmin,
The fight for my country
is a top priority every day
but the war has hurt my family
in every imaginable way.
My daughter is also
top priority in my life.
She has to live without a mother.
And me? Without a wife.
One day as we sat
in our house on a hill,
a bullet shot through
the window sill.
And my daughter lay
on the mat, on the floor
as a soldier kicked open
our beaten door.
They stomped through the house
without a care.
But take me away?
They wouldn't dare.
I ran to my daughter
whom I caressed,
when I noticed that a bullet
had hit her chest,
and I noticed a tear
searing down her cheek
but when I felt her pulse,
There was nothing,
not a beat.
"I'm sorry, so sorry.
I love you, my child."
I remembered the way
she used to smile
And tell me that
she loved me too.
"Maybe, my child, I'll be seeing you soon".
yasmin,