The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated May 3, 2006
History
The escaped child,
Burden of the world.
It is nice.
It is fine.
It begins to grow.
It grows in the world of revenge.
A drop of blood may alive you.
A drop of blood may kill you.
'A drop of blood'
Can be the supreme cause of a war.
War!
You are the fear of life;
The fear of the world,
A nuclear world.
Kid like me will be born;
Future like mine will be killed.
The traces of life
Make the history alive,
But it never shines.
It is the real history under history.
My story will be hidden,
Hidden under the printed words of war.
I will search my parents all my life.
I will search my love all my life.
They brought war;
I saw it.
It touched me with its sharp claws.
A scratch on heart is eternal for pain.
It is eternal to the neglected history.
I beget it.
I bear it.
An escaped child is the burden of the world.
A lucky escaped causes the burden of the world.
