We present you a poem from Rosa Bino, a member of old Chechen diaspora in Jordan.<\/p>\n
.<\/span><\/p>\n .<\/span><\/p>\n .<\/span><\/p>\n Little Soldier<\/strong><\/p>\n What happened to that child? Once a friend gave him a toy gun… “This is the toy which took my daddy away, His friend didn’t understand that look in his eyes, This little soldier, “Who am I and where do I stand? This little boy is no longer a child, Rosa BINO<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" We present you a poem from Rosa Bino, a member of old Chechen diaspora in Jordan.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9286,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9285","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poems"],"views":2412,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9285","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9285"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9285\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12263,"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9285\/revisions\/12263"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/9286"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9285"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9285"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9285"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nWhy do I see a reflection of a broken happiness deep in this child’s eyes?
\nWar is painted all over his little body,
\nFear is drown on his angelic face,
\nSeeing fireworks makes him run and hide…
\nThey wake the nightmare he had to live,
\nBack then when booming became his lullaby.<\/p>\n
\nHe was so stunned,
\nHe thought to himself:<\/p>\n
\nThis is the toy which made mommy weep every day,
\nThis is the toy which ruined the play ground where me and my friends used to play…”<\/p>\n
\nThat look which held those dark memory images
\nThat settled deep in these eyes…<\/p>\n
\nThis little boy is sleepless every single night,
\nMonsters slowly crawl to his mind reminding him of what he left behind…
\nMillions of question marks attack him:<\/p>\n
\nWhen did I stop and fall like the last tear drop?
\nWhen did I become who I am today?
\nWhen did autumn become my sunny may?
\nHow did I find shelter in this cold lonely winter?
\nWhy do I feel so empty and hollow inside?…”<\/p>\n
\nThis child is a little soldier!
\nHe sits and watches the view of sun set
\nThinking of the day when he’ll go back and
\nPlay hide and seek with those men and their scary guns,
\nBut this time his mommy wont stop him
\nAnd she’ll let him stay,
\nThis time,
\nHe’ll be chasing them for the stolen childhood!
\nThis little soldier is only three and one day he will set
\nChechnya FREE!<\/strong><\/p>\n