Child soldier

Enjoying childhood in brotherhood;

To be loved, cared, protected and happy;

To run , to sing and be merry;

Alas! To his these would never be.

Alien to fun,

Though,

Not yet a man,

Psychologically in a den,

He lives home, without hopes of return,

Confined in a life without sun,

Handling a gun, is all that he can!

Killing, dying, before life has begun.

Alas, poor child soldier,

Being sequestrated in hateful barriers,

Your life is but a continual bier!

You, parents; You, Presidents, You ministers

Whatever be your name, You, the deciders, and monstrous rulers.

How many should be put in alabaster

To alter this disgustful greed?

How many shall bleed,

To satisfy your repugnant creeds?

When are you going to understand that,

Happiness is our only need,

That allowing childhood is our only plead

That wars are contemptuous deeds?

Child’s rights

Is our legitimate ply

Allow him a flicker of light

In his days you converted to nights

Allow him to flight from fights

With his parents by his side

And terrors out of sight.

Is it not a justifiable plight

For an innocent child