Mozac Poem Little Anne.docx

SM SAINS MUZAFFAR SYAH,75450 AYER KEROH, MELAKA

POETRY RECITATION COMPETITION 2018

Theme : War & Peace Title : Little Anne By : Nur Umairah binti Ahmad

Little Anne, Knees on the ground as hopes are Half closed eyes Half opened heart, Letting her restless body accept 'Mother, mother”, why here the rapture? the torture? the thing i loved left behind can't just disappear?" Why do the soldiers smile? upon holding such disgraceful tools like pen punctures the paper the rocket breaches through the atmosphere these bullets break through billions of broken hearts never stop. Skin warm, eyes lit but the chambers inside remain silent why the soldiers smile? upon those blood-bleached bodies lingering helplessly on the ground why are the soldiers proud? upon the trigger pulling out the angels that still wanted to stick around execute ideas of any mercy cold-hearted blood runs through his body

"Mother, mother”, how could they? the high people want to wash us away the massive wave took every living cell a sea of despair they could never see the damage that can't be repaired controlling our lives before their screens remote of satisfying greed they sleep unhappy on the bed of souls screaming on the pillow of blood from the lives they took they eat our flesh in fascination entertain by their own ignorance, for the sins of the innocents, they shall repay "Mother,mother”, how can we sleep when our blood slowly sips The noise of gun fires greatly penetrates between the gaps of the rotten bricks One after another we hear screams screams that beg for mercy haunting our meaningless dreams “What can we do mother?” when our lives are hanging by a string “I’ve always missed the sunlight” because now our souls are like a speck of light the darkness that shut our eyes slowly devouring one’s hope to keep alive "Mother,mother”, this little soldier will fight upon every drops of blood our people have sacrificed i will be the next the soldier that bring them down dead they need to pay the priceless debt and i will watch as they beg our inheritance shall not break tears any longer, mother, as Little Anne will be their soldier, soon, the sun will scream out our victory soon, the fires will burn out our sadness soon, the stars will light our lives and you no longer need to worry