War and child....(02)

She was only one year old,
Her mother was singing a lullaby.
At that night, there was silence,
Which was broken by sudden bullets,
There were rifled men in positions,
Firing towards two dresses,
Mother took her into her arms,
She stood up and tried to run to safe,
But suddenly a bullet or several,
Pierce her back into her heart,
She fell down with the girls,
The girl was so afraid as crying,
But her young sense couldn't perceive,
The things were happening around her.
The girl sat down on the floor,
Crawled into the red bloods,
Saw her poor mother's pale face,
She slapped her crying a lot,
But that poor lady was so silent,
Did not sing out the lullaby,
Did not kiss the little girl to shut her mouth,
Did not take her to her arms affectionately.
The little girl became angry to her mother,
She rebuked her, cursed her,
But her mother did not get up.
Other hand the girl felt hungry,
She moved to mother's chest,
Removed the clothes there,
Started sipping the dry breast,
But they were as dead as mother.
The little lips were sipping and sipping,
And once the girls slept down,
Is that girl alive now?
Has she known the events?
Can she define war now?
Has she forgiven her rude mother?
Has she forgiven her own fate?
Has she forgiven the cruel god?
Has she forgiven the brutal war?
Has she...?