So I found this in the back of my school note book whilst making history notes, it's quite short but hey, so what? Xxx Judith!
She won't know anything about us,
And how we came to live and be.
No, baby girl has only memories
Of death and dead and corpses to see.
How did they build these houses
With all the dead ones all around?
What was it like to want for nothing,
Not live of the remains that we've found?
Sweet gentility but a childhood killer,
Faster than any machete ever hit.
Because nativity allows hearts to beat,
Be torn apart then pieced back to fit.
Baby girl won't know unpainful love,
Or meet those who made her be.
Baby girl has only grievous memories
Of a world where no man, nor child, is free.
See it's tiny, I didn't lie. xxx