THE LITTLE GIRL by Nesta Rogers

I saw her picture

On the internet

She looked so small and weak

Standing all alone

In the middle

Of a war torn street

 

She stood perfectly still

Surrounded

By bodies of the dead

Most likely her relatives

The article had said

 

For, or against

Any kind of war

Are the men in power

 Really keeping score

 

Of all that have fought

For their country

Through out history and time

Mothers, Fathers

Sons, Brothers

Husbands and Wives

 

How many more

Will have to die?

Until a victory

 Has been declared

 

How many little girls will stand

In the middle

Of a war torn street

Surrounded by the dead

Gathered at her feet

 

No longer

Will they call her name

No longer

Hold her tiny hand

For she now stands

All alone

In a war torn land