A boy on a rock
Looking around, searching
Taking it all in
Watching the crowd swarm

Frantic calls everywhere
He sits obediently
Waiting for their return
His rock precious

So many strangers
Yet he knows most
Fear is not a factor
The neighborhood familiar

There is no place to run
He knows that he should wait
They will come
Certain in this thought

His rock is hard
No comfort from the heat
Hope is eternal
It is beginning to run out

There will be no return
Parents are gone
Bombed by an unknown
He is too young to comprehend

Future alone in this hell
Not of his doing
That rock he sits upon
Part of the home he once lived in

A mere child
Now an orphan
Casualty of a war
He knows nothing about