War child

Were you scared?
When you'r mother fell, with the crack of a gun?
Were you sad?
When your father never returned?
Were you annoyed?
When you were left alone?
To care for you sister?
To clean her clothes?
To find her food?
Were you confused?
When someone handed you a gun?
Did you understand?
What they were telling you to do?
Did you cry?
When your sister was taken?
Did you know?
What the word trafficking meant?
Did you scream?
Scream for you innocence?
As you shot men down?
Men five times your age?
Did you cry?
Every single night?
And did you pray?
Pray because your whole life had been taken away?
Pray because your life had been taken, and you were only six?
Did you die?
Slowly, on the inside?
Yes?
All the time?
And did anybody care?
No.
You poor child.
Poor war child.
War is good for no body.