March 01, 2021

 

My Teacher's Question

 
 
 

My Teacher's Question

In the middle of night, I remembered my school
I recalled that my teacher asked one question
to all five of us, before the bloody war we had

-- what do you want to do when you grow up?

-- I want to be a pilot to travel the world!!!!
he became a sad mechanic to repair the tanks

-- I want to be a doctor so nobody dies!!!!
he became a doctor, but sadly he died during the war

-- I want to be a businessman, like my father!!!
he became homeless, after he escaped from the orphanage

-- I want to be happy, and extremely heathy!!
he became miserable, and alcoholic because of the war

and for me!
I want to be a solider to save the lives of people
I believe that I became a dead body, after I moved to exile






Article © Ahmad Al-khatat. All rights reserved.
Published on 2020-05-11
Image(s) are public domain.


2 Reader Comments

Harris
05/14/2020
08:55:45 PM

Pretty interesting poem....the title frames each stanza.

Damion Hamilton
05/14/2020
11:10:00 PM

Very good poem. I liked this piece alot.

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