Forgive me when I say we are like a candlestick
Frozen in a tapestry of waxen wars
Tilted diagonal on lilted syntax of fears
But we are
Aren't we?
Born with skin of bullets
Metal guns stained with blood
In our little innocent hands
Rumor of war is it?
There is no rumor
For the war already begun in our hearts
Shall we walk the red bloodied carpet of this government
World leaders wearing human bones as a crown
We are walking it
Heads held high and heads in our hands
We will walk it with no shame
No regrets
We have none
For our beliefs is the deceitful armor we wear
We gladly wear it for all to see
No, not the clothes we wear that covers our faces
Letting only our blacken eyes see
No
Not those
Its the deceit I mentioned
We are at war my fr-- nemesis
We are
But I'm not
I don't want to be
I'm trapped you see
Trapped like this candlestick
Stuck in the pain of my tears
I am only a child but they gave me no hope
They killed my family
Replacing love with a metal machine in my hands
I have something to live for now
I am doing what I need to do
Though I feel a tug at night
When all is dark
When it’s my thoughts and I
Memories of real love
Hope
Joy
Peace
But it is dried now
Dried up in this desert sand
Where my boots stained with blood
Leave prints of death
My favorite color is no longer red
Its black
The monochromic war of life stole all beauty from my eyes
So be thankful for your life
Be thankful please
For my heart are pieces of shells from my bullets
Hello I'm six years old
I've lived through more experiences
Then you have in twenty years
What can I say ?
Life IS
What it IS
It just IS, ISn't it?
Saw the most disturbing picture, I've ever seen. Decided to write something in a child's point of view who has been forced into war.