War

 War

Is a perverse wildness!

Wildness that might woo me,

Like those with weak hearts,

The ones with wrecked mind.

 

They think I am  too young ,

To understand the ways of war,

The same war that ripped off my father’s lungs,

The very one that blew off my brother’s brain,

Alas! I know much about this war.

 

See they are wrong,

When they say I know little about war,

Because this war seethes in my soul every day,

Tattering it into tiny pieces.

 

Lately I have been thinking about this war,

How am going to break its very wrist,

And wreck it is deepest of existence,

My teeth gritting.

 

I cannot wait to strip it off,

Its wretched skin,

I want war to bleed with pain,

As I peel its very skin,

Till it pleads for mercy.

 

By Habiba A Ali