This is a work of fiction 

A little girl lost her father and her brother in a bomb blast. This poem is a tribute to such small children and relatives by acts of terror


Big bad bomb

Who did I wrong

Guns not in my purse

Yet why it's curse


Big bad bomb

A wrong doth not right a wrong

Torn laid my father lifeless

His love to me blameless


Big bad bomb

Any reason to light thee wrong

The last man in family gone

My sibling my brother to mourn


Big bad bomb

Never seen face of them wrong

My father never took their land

My brother never raised his hand


******* bomb

I cannot right this wrong

Sadness be the tune of song

Many like me mourn so long


Big bad bomb

Revenge for my loved wrong

For if I light another bomb

To innocence I do wrong


Hear my cry my brethren who harm

Set not thy heart to light a bomb