In the midst of the dust,
The raging fire,
Confusion and bombs,
Bullets and shouts,
All around, frightened screams,
The uncertainty of life,
Is this life or death?
Amena stands still, emotionless,
In frightened shock.
Amena doesn’t know,
She’s too young to know.
Almost invisible, with a lost gaze,
as people flee in terror past her,
But Louisa stands still,
With her tiny hands pressed against each other,
Unable to speak, unable to process,
Devastation and terror is an unknown truth,
As she waits for her loved ones
There’s no one here for little Amena,
She doesn’t know,
How would she?
Her eyes have seen too much,
her heart is too small to process it.
Amena forgot how to speak, forgot how to feel,
Amena left her smile back at her stolen home.
Where would Amena run?
There’s no one here for Amena.
War has stolen Amena’s only belongings.
And she stands still, she still doesn’t know.
It’s too early to know.
And I don’t want to tell her.
There is no fairytale for Princess Amena,
Her kingdom has shattered in pieces.
Amena stands in front of the remains of her castle,
With her sweaty hands held tight she waits for her loved ones,
But no one is here for Amena.
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