Wartime

By Author

Sleep child sleep,
I will sing your favourite lullabies,
But how can you hear me,
Over the sirens and the bombings.

Mamma’s gone to buy bread child

She will be back soon,
She hasn’t been gone,
For very long,
Three months ago,

Not very far
To the local store.

You look around for papa,
Nobody knows where he is child,
Fighting a war,
At the border,
Dead or alive,

We know nothing so far.
Do you wonder where you are child?

This is your house,
Where there used to be walls,
But now only crumbled walls and shattered panes,
Of both the house and our lives remain.