Someone’s Little Girl


Tears fall like liquid diamonds

Into the palms of dirty hands

The mud they mix in form

Denying every faceted sparkle

Salted drops of hope

Dying in a far-away land


The dress is torn and tattered

But she nothing else to wear

Home is now forever gone

Family lost to a war unwanted

Alone is all that she can feel

And the pull of great despair


She is someone’s daughter

Or at least she was before

Politics makes many martyrs

Even of those who did nothing

To bring about the horrors

Found amongst those at war


If she even survives

Nothing will ever be the same

Eyes cannot un-see the atrocities

And wishes do not bring people back

She will always be dipped in the gray

Left with nothing but her name


If we do not look at her

It may well explain

Why we can do nothing

Chasing our happy lives

Distance provides shelter

From ever seeing her pain


14 Responses to “Someone’s Little Girl”
  1. I see her. And I am ashamed that I don’t know how to help.

  2. Jim Borden says:

    powerful words, Brad. It is the innocent victims of war that make it so tragic. We can only hope that the world becomes a kinder, gentler place…

  3. beth says:

    you are so right with these heartbreaking and devastating words. we cannot forget them and must help in whatever ways we can, even if it just keeping them in the forefront of people’s minds and hearts. you have just done so

  4. Brad, what an exceptional write. I wish the entire world will hear you. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

  5. Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

    Beautiful words Brad, filled with truth and the reality of war and how it affects the innocent.
    All the best,

  6. petespringerauthor says:

    The families of those who serve can suffer greatly too.

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