He holds it close to his chest
his tiny fingers ready on the trigger
he must have rained
more bullets than the number
of hours he walked the earth
the fearless eyes
deeper
than the dark well
swallows the untold
unheard tales
of an unseen childhood
of lost innocence
among bloodshed
and
unquenchable greed of human
made
him wade in his mother’s blood
and feed on his father’s flesh
alas! He is a human child.
[Inspired by a television ad on diamond mining in Africa.]
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