Reconstruction

• Ibrahim Barhumi, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2003

Nations Rise, Nations fall,
Leaders only care to stand tall.
People kill, People strive,
Striving like bees in a hive.
Children abandoned, Children Cry,
Living parentless so hard they try.
Families hold, Families spread,
Families wishing they had been dead.
This happened fast, This happened wrong,
But why my country that I very long.
I wish I can rewind, I wish I can replay,
I wish I can pause the the VCR and not go through this day.
One may not feel, One may not understand,
One may care less until the strike is on their hand.