Poems and Poetry About Making The World a Better Place - Another Hero is Born Another Hero Dies
79For The Little Boy From 1982
In 1982, when I was a fifteen year old freshman in high school, I was doing homework in my family's den while my father watched the local news broadcast, when looking up from my school books, I caught a glimpse of a child in the background of a news reporter's live report from somewhere in the Middle East.
The child, who appeared to be maybe a bit younger than myself, was standing in the midst of a group of very angry bearded men who were dressed from head to foot all in white, and who were chanting anti-American slogans as some other very angry looking men, were burning in effigy both the United States Flag. and some over-sized voodoo looking figures that were meant to be representations of Americans. The thing that made the split-second vision of that boy so interesting to me, was not only the fact that his beardless baby-face was just as contorted by anger as the faces of the white clad men who surrounded him, but the fact that he appeared to be the sole child protester, and how to me it seemed, he would have to have led a very lonely and sad life to be so angry.
That image was the inspiration for the original poem "Another Hero," which I wrote in my journal over the next couple of days.
Recently, while cleaning out my father's garage, I found a long-forgotten box in the rafters that contained some of my misplaced childhood and high school journals. In going through them, I stumbled again across both that poem and the memory of that adolescent boy. Wincing as I read the unpolished and sometimes juvenile sounding verses of my fifteen year old self, which I had once proudly believed to be one of my very best pieces, I was about to put the journal back into the box for another decade or two, when the memory of that boy, caused me to re-read my musings. With the surprise shock to my pride behind me, I saw that although I now felt the structure of the poem was disappointing, the clarity of my voice in the message I was trying to convey was still very relevant, and so decided that for that little boy from 1982, I would attempt again to tell his story and make someone else aware of his plight.
All over the world, throughout many nations and lands, children as young as six or seven years old are being conscripted, enslaved, and trained by terrorist factions of many different origins. These mere babies are taken from their parents, their families, their communities, and their homes, a large majority of them will never return home again. With their childhood stripped away, they are indoctrinated in hate, and forced to become the expendable foot soldiers of their captors cause, twisting them into heartless killers with no regard for human life and extinguishing the possibilities and the promise of what might have been.
This is child abuse. This is life abuse.
Children Conscripted and Being Trained By Terrorists Around The World
All Over the World, In Every Land
Amongst the rubble
A small child plays
Toy gun in his hand
He spends his days
Instead of friends,
Games of war
Plotting revenge.
Daydreams of carnage
Part of his master-plan,
Awaiting the day
He becomes a man.
Stone cold demeanor
In broad daylight,
Tough as nails
Prepared to fight
No wide-eyed wonder,
No innocent glow,
No silly games,
Does this child know.
War torn city
Instead of school,
So he'll never learn
The golden rule.
The night sky alight
A wide-eyed child
Is full of fright,
At night he screams
When no one hears
No mother comes
To wipe his tears,
No loving arms
To take him in,
He's only a child
Until it's morning again.
In the crowded street
The people gather,
When peace should matter.
"Death to Khadafi!"
"Ayatola must die!"
"Irish Catholics repent!"
Angry and hateful
Are the words that he hears
Every day, every week,
Every month, every year.
"Death to the U.S.!"
Turmoil and chaos
All around him a mess
"Russia is wrong!"
Arabs or Jews?
You are fighting for who?
All over the world
Across every land
A small child grows
Soon he'll be a man,
Seven, eight, nine
His birthday draws near
Anger, revenge, hatred, and fear,
From infant to child
His heart grows hard and cold
The wonder of innocence lost,
He grows bitter and old.
Fourteen, Fifteen, sixteen,
On a war ravaged street
A real gun in his hand,
See how we've taught him?
That child thinks he's a man.
Resenting an enemy
Reasons unknown,
See what we've done
How bent and twisted he's grown?
His seventeenth birthday
A bullet crashes through his head
Blood on the sidewalk,
Another hero is dead.
They carry his corpse
Lifeless through the streets,
Strangers chanting his name
A national outpouring of grief.
He died for his
Country, religion, cause,
Sacrificing what could have been,
And that which never was.
He's a martyr for his people
Today the favored son
Yes, he will be remembered,
Until the next one comes along.
When morning dawns
Another child plays
Amidst ruin and rubble
He spends his days
Imitating what he sees,
Is the game he plays for fun,
Hoping that just like his hero
Someday he might be the one.
He is there, up on the hill,
Toy gun in hand,
Waiting for the day
That they'll call him a man.
-Kristen Burns-Darling ©May 2011 (all rights reserved)
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Well done, indeed! You have the desire to make the world aware of what they are surrounded with, but fail to see. It takes a special heart to bleed for all of man and know we were never intended to live this way. Keep writing - keep shouting out loud - if even one listens and is changed it will be worth all of you effort!
What you've said is so true.However, we don't have to look to other countries to find this same thing happening to children. We can look right here in America. It's called 'racism'. Children are taught at a very early age to hate others solely for the color of their skin. They are taught that if someone is poor, homeless, or unemployed they are not worthy of compassion or understanding. We Americans are alway looking to point the finger at someone else when we really should be looking at ourselves.
Fabulous!!!
I am so glad you never put it away for another decade. It says as much for today as for ten, and many years before this and I sadly presume many years after.
Thoughtful and genuine study of the way it is and probably always shall be.
Thank you for sharing.
Voted up useful and awesome + 1 new follower.
Well done my friend.
WOW! Very well done!
Hey KBD- a very nice look at the ravages of war and the profession of death.
i thank you for this piece of your thoughts- questions- and bafflement.
War and hate go side by side- just as does love and peace- problem is the haters seem always to outweigh the lovers of life and natural justice-
yet, and the irony is, all that hate feel they are the righteous in the eyes of their God- gods- or corner gang hinge pin.
Never lose your zest for the truly righteous cause- peace in your life K....
greg
I'm aware that some children are taught to kill at early ages. It's very sad that they are growing up with hatred in their hearts. Think of the children in our own country who are encouraged to hate! They grow up with many psychological problems. It is so sad...
Wow K. this was so powerful and I thank you for sharing. It is so sad that somehow we all can't be on the same mission of peace but for many reasons it is not that simple. Especially sad when you consider that babies are not born with hatred. Good job! Rated up and awesome.
....well if you can get Al Pacino to show up with his testament of 'fabulous' there's not much else that the truly humble epi-man can say other than 'hubfabulous' - and yes I love your style: simple, direct, unadorned ....but yet it packs such an emotional wallop and that is always the stuff of great writing and great writers, which you are, yesterday and today!
K. Burns Darling, this is a wonderfully-written hub that reveals one of the very unpleasant realities in this world of ours.
And I must admit there were times in my life when I went to battle against young boys -- very dangerous and deadly young boys.
Children robbed of their right to be children. Children who grow up never knowing love, peace and freedom. Children who grow up believing they are expendable for thier cause, that fighting and violence is normal and life means nothing. My heart aches for them. Thank you for speaking openly and bluntly about these issues. A very revealing and ugly, but true hub.
K. Burns Darling,
Thank you for thanking me.
And your dad was right. No one hates war more than a soldier does.
In fact, when I was in Vietnam, there were times when I was involved in a heavy fire fight - and while shooting and fighting, I would say to myself, There has to be a better way of people settling their differences than this.
An awesome piece voted up and i think that it hits a cord with everyone , I loved this Hub , hardcore ,and brutally honest, but in another sense so sickening, in a time when people should preach and practice "peace , love, and harmony ..they preach just the opposite , greed and prejudice is an ugly ,ugly thing , Though the devil at work doing his ugly deeds ,a sad shame people wont wake up and see what is really important . Thanks for the read , great Hub!



















dariashakti Level 1 Commenter 12 months ago
This is wonderful! It reminded me of my experiences in Jerusalem when I was studying there in 1993 seeing children who had been raised in nothing but war. There is a center there called the Tantur Ecumenical Center that is working to bring children from both sides of the conflict together to help them learn about peace and fellowship rather than live in just a world of hate and destruction. Teaching peace is so important. Well done!