Child of war

Published: August 17, 2012


The child of war loses his mind,

As bubbles of fire from yonder rain,

His youthful eyes no longer shine,

He looks at all with much disdain,

The war shall leave in its remains,

A man afloat, a childhood drowned,

A family was smashed and maimed,

In a sea made of clamorous sounds,

Out of order alphabet,

Scribbled across his only book,

The walls, although, his best work yet;

Displaying all lives he took,

His gun, he wears it on his shoulder;

His morals somewhere in the trash,

Emotions die as he grows older,

His torrid heart now only ash,

Upon the prisoners he has freed,

His narcissism and his pride,

Evils of heredity and creed,

His only foes and by his side,

Anaesthetised, dead and numb,

His torment is not to be told,

His mocking honour’s made him dumb,

The scorching desert’s made him cold,

Anarchic birth is celebrated,

Objectives of hatred, revised,

Barbaric instances are stated,

With great aplomb are plans devised,

Today, a rebel is unveiled,

To do something they’ll all condemn,

He aims to not let peace prevail,

Through his sadistic stratagem.

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Imaan Sheikh

Imaan Sheikh

An graduate with a degree in Mass Communication from the University of Karachi, she enjoys reading, writing and listening to classical psychedelic rock. She blogs at and tweets as @SheikhImaan (

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