Loss of Innocence

I played and cavorted along the streets of my town.

I chased dust motes and butterflies.

I laughed and giggled with my friends.

I was young and I was unaware of other things.

Times changed. Adults became uneasy.

Anger filled the air.

I was young and I was unaware of other things.

Then the bombs came.

The sky filled with smoke, cries and screams.

I was young but I was no longer unaware.

I stood and watched as the bodies and injured were brought in.

I stared at the horror that was called war.

I was young but no longer unaware.

I was no longer innocent.

By Rebecca El-Kher

Rebeea Libyan