He wasn’t told the whole truth
A soldier holding on to his last breath
Honor was the motive
But not liberation
A kid in the eyes of his granny
A child born to keep the flame of love going
They miss him
Yes the boy with a moving voice
The cry on his mother face
Said it all loud
Here he was dying for what passes away
What is that got to do with love?
In god they believed
Gold, oil, diamond
Makes G O D
Was I to keep quiet?
I had traversed the dark forest
But I found him laying in a pool of blood
My cherished child
The light I dreamed of
And bringing to me half the man I birthed
How cruel was your war
If only I knew
You wouldn’t take him
© Copyright 2016 alhain. All rights reserved.
Essay / Non-Fiction
Article / Young Adult
Poem / Humor
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