What was his name?
Whose son was he?
How old was he?
What future could he have had?
Those questions don’t matter know
Would he have made something of himself?
Would he have lived in an age of peace?
What friends would he have made?
What friends would he have lost?
Those questions will never have answers
Would he have found his soul mate?
Would he have had his own children?
Would he have lived a good life?
Who would remember him after he was gone?
The answers don’t matter
Would he have been a doctor?
A lawyer?
A scholar?
A poet?
Who knows what he could have done
Why did he die before his time?
Who will remember the fallen?
What will we do to stop this from ever happening again?
How can we make sure his death won’t be forgotten?
These are the questions that need to be answered
2 comments:
I liked how this poem started, but it might be kinda cool if you started trying to answer some of these questions. You started off very tied to the picture, which is good, but it would be cool if you drifted away from that and maybe took it to the next level. Bring in the larger issue of the bomb would have been good or tried to bring in what this means for children today, etc.
The scope of the questions were well thought out and I liked were it was going. Over all, good work.
micah, valid questions you pose as an observer of this image. i'm also curious as to how you might have imagined the answers to these questions. or is it that these questions can't be answered because this one boy encapsulates all children lost to the bomb?
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