• Days at War

    One tiny girl peeks through the garden door
    She hears the drums of war, the crying of her parents
    The humble roar coming from the jet planes
    She screams at the lost of her parents, and family
    She fights the pain she hides within when she comes to American land
    The kids pick on her, and she fights back the hatred she has
    There’s one thing she remembers from her kind mothers words
    To experience something, only makes you who you are
    If someone picks on you, just don’t listen, and life holds the key
    Therefore, from the day she was born she keeps a smile on her face, and never thinks badly of the days she had at war.