Not So Little- Little Boy
I wonder if it intended irony
Or sarcasm meant, perhaps
For ‘Little Boy’ it is so-called
And a devilish feat
He portrayed, hundreds of thousands
Allay as deep. Aye! No words endorsed
And I still wonder, like I marvelled
Then, a joke? I couldn’t laugh
It slandered out and that was all
Whats next? I merely reasoned
Mama made me run, naked
As I wondered, where my clothes?
Then I moaned and hushed it
I dozed and wondered if I did
‘Cause real as fire, not funny yet
I whimpered with soundless cries
Treaded on men as i moved, heads
Said sorry but who did judge?
Now phases have passed though
Agony still sears, I still wonder
Why ‘little boy’ they called it
If little was not comparable
For my nation is perishing since
Curse upon thee, I say.
poem by Sania Harris
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