The following is a short poetic prose based on a true story that dates back to the year 1986 (during the Lebanese war).Mom told me this story since she personally knew those people.Please note that we should recall such painful memories , so we never forget to say "NO" to war!
Clytemnestra Aa
Aug 17 2015 (c)
Dania and her three younger brothers
were playing somewhere
As they heard bombing everywhere
They hurried to their place
A haunted house.. ghosts embrace
Walls barely standing
Devastated. .wiped out
Like some mistake deleting
with an eraser washed out
Squintingly, she looked for her toy
There it is..her gorgeous doll "Joy"
Once a birthday gift from dad
Limbless. .barely clad
Her beautiful purple dress.. torn and stained
Lonely and hungry ..nothing sustained
Still Dania didn't give up a sec
She kept looking for other toys
among the wreck
Till she found "mom" under fallen brick!!
Clytemnestra Aa
Aug 17 2015 (c)
Dania and her three younger brothers
were playing somewhere
As they heard bombing everywhere
They hurried to their place
A haunted house.. ghosts embrace
Walls barely standing
Devastated. .wiped out
Like some mistake deleting
with an eraser washed out
Squintingly, she looked for her toy
There it is..her gorgeous doll "Joy"
Once a birthday gift from dad
Limbless. .barely clad
Her beautiful purple dress.. torn and stained
Lonely and hungry ..nothing sustained
Still Dania didn't give up a sec
She kept looking for other toys
among the wreck
Till she found "mom" under fallen brick!!
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