as if
you're one of my own.
I will never let you go
as we're here
all alone.
I too
have lost my family
without any thought of hope
but the very preservation of life
is why we persevere
and cope.
So don't cry little one.
Please ignore
my tears.
If you were only
a little older
you would sense these fears.
The village we left behind
is our home
no more.
I curse God
for allowing
the brutal rape of war.
The innocence of your face
will be the last image
I see
and whose child is this
in the annals
of misery?
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