War?
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Britnee Swan, Grade 9
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Poetry
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2007
I am Parvana
Carer of the many orphans I meet
We travel to escape the war and sleep wherever we can
Our beds are the hard, sharp rocks beneath us
We can smell death in the air and the stench of unwashed bodies never leaves us.
Dirt and dust flies past us as buildings and houses come crashing to the ground
Bombing surrounds us and we see war torn villages everywhere we turn
The screaming still echoes in our ears
The bitter taste of hungriness lingers in our mouths and the taste of frothing saliva as we yearn for a drink
But nobody can help us
Have you suffered as severely as us?
Why can't you help us?
Why can't you save us?
Can't somebody just end this torture?