WOUNDED HEART

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    WOUNDED HEART


    Wounded heart

    Before you could understand from your mother’s arms they came & yanked you away
    Your father’s cries, protests & fights did nothing to chase them away
    Purposely of your values & memories they reprogrammed your mind
    Suddenly from your elders & loved ones you mindlessly rebel
    They stripped you from your identity
    Just as they were violently stripped of theirs

    You became an overnight soldier before your first signs of puberty
    Before your 20th you were made to kill, rape, and impregnate
    Soon rape became both a weapon and your distorted idea of romance
    In your childhood you left roots, humanity, and innocence
    For in childhood is where was planted the devious seed of violence
    Little boy soldier the horrific acts you committed were not of your choosing, understanding nor fault
    You blindly repeat them out of guilt & ignorance
    I am the mother, the sister you raped & beat
    I am the father, the elder whose own blood you forced to drink
    I ‘m the little brother you infested with the virus through my wife’s rape.
    You ask yourself what you’d done to deserve this…
    Truth is this war; this HELL!
    Was never yours to carry
    But rather yours to burry
    You unknowingly unleash your hurts and pains on me
    You recklessly & mindlessly repeat their atrocious crimes on your own family
    Like the fire which momentarily burns your skin
    The scars of your broken psyche still show to testify your guilt Years after you shamefully made your way back home
    Little boy soldier the war you’re fighting is over, Please come home so I can help you heal your wounded heart

    HEARTFELT DEDICATION TO THE KIDNAPED MILITARY CHILDREN OF THE WORLD

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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