A family in a hut. 

A small one, 

But it was home. 

A family of four. 

Two parents, 

A boy, a girl. 

They were happy, 

Together. 

Until one day, 

Their peace was challenged. 

Alas, their happiness could not last. 

War struck. 

Planes flew over, 

Releasing bombs. 

Food became scarce, 

Life was hard. 

Their country, threatened. 

The boy and the father, 

Ordered to fight in the war. 

Desperate, they left their family, 

Clinging onto hope, 

As it was only thing they could do. 

They said their goodbyes, 

Parting ways for who knows how long. 

Soon, enemy forces invaded. 

Everyone was left at their mercy. 

The military left the land, 

Separating the family. 

The women suffered, 

For the enemies despised them. 

They faced endless torment, 

Till they reached their breaking point. 

Meanwhile, the military trained hard. 

They were treated harshly. 

Wounds and bruises were no stranger to them, 

For they were always a close companion. 

But they clung onto hope,  

reassuring themselves that their family would reunite. 

Back at their homeland, 

Things were not any better. 

They had reached their breaking point, 

And could not tolerate it anymore. 

The women let go of hope. 

Or should I say, hope shut the door on them. 

With no one else to keep them going, 

They hung themselves, taking their last breath. 

Back at the military, the war had ended. 

They could all go back home. 

Overjoyed they returned to the hut, 

Not ready for what was awaiting them. 

Seeing their dead family, it broke them. 

The father shattered into a million pieces. 

He could not believe what he saw, 

And ended his life, joining the others. 

A boy in a hut. 

A small one, 

But it was home. 

A family of one. 

A boy, without 

His parents and sister 

He was miserable, 

Alone. 

This poem is dedicated to families who were separated by war. Let us all take a moment to show our sorrow for them.