Boy-soldier

The rain is coming, pouring

Like an ominous spell of wind.

Get your raincoat, boy

The wringing thunder is calling

For your attention!



Have your gun at the ready

The dark cloud is calling

For your vigil!



Where`s the talisman

From your great loiboni?

Have it well around your neck

Their lead will turn into water

On your body!



They won`t harm the arm

That holds the rifle.



so the energetic lad runs wild

Through the thick forest he combs.

Smouldering ashes, conflagration

Tracks smell of rotting flesh



Vultures follow their trail

To clean the earth...



Shoots of green grass on mounds

Where once blooming flowers

Have withered prematurely.



He left his book with mama

As a token of tender memories.

For her bright son.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The use of children as soldiers is an unfortunate scenario, especially here in Africa.We wren chchildhood out of them.It is a gross abuse of human wrights.This is a lament to their plight

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Melvin Lee II's picture

A stark and insightful picture, Milton.
And yes, i read in disgust and anguish at how War can stoop so low as to use children.
Then again, War is created from the selfish and uncaring side of humans.

Thanxs for sharing this...very much evocative.
Thanxs also, for visiting my hall and signing my g'book. Hope u had a nice stay there.
I am here , to read more ~
;)

myrataal's picture

Oh Milton! This is so sad. My mother heart cries for all the young boys being offered in war. May the world be purified from the search for power and revenge. This poem really touched my heart. Myra