Poem, children, life, perspective, hope, Love, innocence, conflict, compassion

Shelter

The voice of a child in a war-torn place

Shelter — created for Holding the middle with AI Midjourney

In this land where I once played,
Under the sun’s warm golden rays,
I hear the thunder in the sky.
As planes and missiles are flying by.

Me, a child, I don’t understand.
Why I’m here in this troubled land?
Explosions fill the once peaceful air.
It scares me stiff, I feel despair.

On it goes into the night.
Mama holds me closely, tight,
As we huddle through flashes, scary, bright,
We pray together that we’ll be alright.

I tremble at each deafening sound.
Hid in a shelter under the ground
The world outside is filled with cries,
As smoke and sirens fill night skies

In my heart, I feel so sad.
Why do they hate us? Are we so bad?
Mama did try to explain.
But to me, it all just sounds insane.