Little Scarlet Roses

Poem

Copyright ©Arjuwan Lakkdawala 2004

Look at the children of war
Little colorful flowers turned into little scarlet roses
Colored with the color of bloodshed

So dry without the sweet water of joy
Thrown in a pit of darkness
While the little roses thirst for a drop of freedom
The rivers of blood continue to flow

And when their blood is shed I feel the pain in my veins

And I hear the cry of the little roses
To all the oceans and seas of humanity

To wash their land from the encroachment
Of the poisonous knives that have colored them with blood

And with my every heartbeat I wonder?

When will it stop, when will it stop?

When will these little scarlet roses be allowed to blossom?

Under the light of freedom

And become the colorful flowers they were meant to be