He was but a child,
when he watched his mother and sisters,
molested by beasts
and watched his father
get killed,
by the sharpness
of the sword of his helplessness,


He saw his friends,
ravaged by fear;
no doubt in a similar dilemma.
and life as he knew it,
wrecked in seconds,
to filth and trash.


He went hungry for days,
with hardly anything
but water to sustain his young body.
and his feet,
sore and wounded;
from the endless walk
towards salvation.

His heart was heavy,
from this obvious betrayal
of a soceity
sworn to protect
his childhood.

Forgiveness?
how could they ask that from him?

He was but a child,
and they stole his childhood.
he had dreams,
which they crushed contemptibly.
he had hopes,
but they were killed completely.


And now all he has is;
the air in his lungs,
the strength of his faith
and the will to survive.

Forgiveness?
How can they ask that of a weeping soul?


(c)2018

nice hope we would get more