A seven-month-old child,
one of the lucky ones,
born outside Kuwait.
This tale has enlightened me,
for the past two decades.
Everything was black and white,
and all shades of grey.
As if I stepped into “Singing in The Rain”,
but it was raining burning oil and ash,
days turned into nights.
Music can be heard,
the instruments were guns and tanks.
This is describing the 1990 Gulf War, which has influenced Kuwaitis around the world. This happened to my family and me when I was only less than a year old.
Interesting tale.
ReplyDeleteIt really brings a radically different experience than the original poem. But it does have a consistent tone. And the description makes the situation comes to mind easily.
Maybe you could play more either with colors or with sounds and more consistently so that would become even more powerful?