Dark nights where pain resides
No where to run, no place to hide
A young child, a boy of only five
A young child, a boy of only five
Giving chase were the foreigners
Hunters, killers, demons alive
No where to run, no place to hide
In this place where pain resides
"Pull the trigger... Now."
The first shot rang out,
The boy loses his left arm which held his prized possession
A bamboo stick, shaped into a doll
Now sitting in his right fist
The second shot rang out,
The boy loses his right arm and his bargaining chip
He sits on his last two limbs,
He cries out in pain and anguish
Two more shots ring out,
His right and left legs burst out
From right underneath him,
Giving way to the soft ground
Soaked in his blood and his tears,
As he sniffles and goes into shock
The soldier steps closer in fear,
And then the boys face was lost
Another soldier asks them
"What the hell have you done?
He was only a child, a boy,
Why is this the outcome?"
At this moment a man turned a corner
His grocery bags fell to the floor
As he laid his eyes upon
The torso that lay in an ocean
Of blood next to a bamboo doll
That he had made 5 short years ago
He slowly said, "My Son."
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 5:54 PM UTC
Dark nights where pain resides
No where to run, no place to hide
A young child, a boy of only five
A young child, a boy of only five
Giving chase were the foreigners
Hunters, killers, demons alive
No where to run, no place to hide
In this place where pain resides
"Pull the trigger... Now."
The first shot rang out,
The boy loses his left arm which held his prized possession
A bamboo stick, shaped into a doll
Now sitting in his right fist
The second shot rang out,
The boy loses his right arm and his bargaining chip
He sits on his last two limbs,
He cries out in pain and anguish
Two more shots ring out,
His right and left legs burst out
From right underneath him,
Giving way to the soft ground
Soaked in his blood and his tears,
As he sniffles and goes into shock
The soldier steps closer in fear,
And then the boys face was lost
Another soldier asks them
"What the hell have you done?
He was only a child, a boy,
Why is this the outcome?"
At this moment a man turned a corner
His grocery bags fell to the floor
As he laid his eyes upon
The torso that lay in an ocean
Of blood next to a bamboo doll
That he had made 5 short years ago
He slowly said, "My Son."
