An ode to child soldiers

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“Don’t call me a fallen soldier -This war’s not mine to fight”. We’ve forgotten about our soldiers.Wait. Let me rephrase that;We’ve forgotten about out children. They cannot play, becauseThe vibrant colour of red...

“Don’t call me a fallen soldier -
This war’s not mine to fight”.

We’ve forgotten about our soldiers.
Wait. Let me rephrase that;
We’ve forgotten about out children.

They cannot play, because
The vibrant colour of red finger paint looks like the blood shed on their hands.
The sand pit suffocates them as a makeshift graveyard would.
Playgrounds have come to look like training camps.
They duck when water balloons are thrown, because they know all too well the aftermath of hand grenades.
Hide-and-seek sparks anxiety -
“What will happen to me if I’m found?”

We should not forget our children,
Lest they learn
To kill us while we sleep.

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