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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