Silent Soldiers

They wake up in the morning,
Wiping at their weary eyes.
To a world in which,
No love lies.
They grab their tools,
And head off to work.
A five year old,
Trudging through the heat.
A five year old,
With scraped up feet.
This silent soldier moving along,
Hoping to be alive,
When his day is done.
His crying sister,
Weeps and screams,
His tragic life,
Tearing at the seams.
As tired as he may be,
This silent soldier,
Works through the heat.
Hoping to get some sleep that night,
Hoping to have something to eat that night.
Hungry, depressed, sad and lonely.
Crying and deprived of his only family.
This silent soldier works through the heat,
And at night,
He cries himself to sleep.





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thepreechyteenager said...
Sept. 10, 2010 at 6:18 am
I will.  Pray for them, I mean.  This piece wasn;t like some of your others.  It was serious.  Dead serious, and very powerfu.l 5 stars
 
elfiewrites said...
Jun. 19, 2010 at 9:59 pm
This is the only thing I have ever read on this whole website that has made me cry. YOU ARE AMAZING <333
 
fishhead919 said...
May 27, 2010 at 8:11 pm
It's great! So moving...
 
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