War Child


Inspired by the book War Child by Emmanuel Jal

Oh War Child,
look at what you have become
Oppressed by a system that forced you to become wild
In the merge of guns and a mind that has no conscious
you have become a war child
Seeing blood flow from out the flesh of another has no case in your file
it’s just another memory that been shot

Oh War Child
Yes, you, African boy
You’ve been dredged from the hands of your sweet mother
and now look at you
angry by the fault of your circumstances
so you have no care in this world because you feel that you are on your own
but you are not alone.
Yes I feel the pain that trickles my soul
the war that replays in my mind is long lasting it never seem to get old.
Watching the bloodbath of my brothers drown them to death has triggered me
to become cold.

Oh War Child
look at what I have become
guns was my expression of the g code
and the fault of me being away from my sweet mother
has put me in depression of the survivor mode
Frustration has ruled my thoughts
all my effort to find a way out had seem to led to naught
There was no place for freedom
I was caught up in the system of oppression but

Oh War Child
you are not alone
I too am looking to find a way out

Ruined At Birth

By A.G.


    From the day I was born

                             To walk, running across the street

                        To the sound of my name being called

Almost got hit by the 96 bus


     From the day I could talk

              Scared to ask questions

         Because I didn’t want to feel

    The belt against my butt


    From the first day I cried

    But no one cared

So I wished I was dead


               From this day on no longer weak

                      But strong, mature and ready

    To be a changed man and

                   Not that immature little boy

Born Ruined