Lost Childhood

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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
than the dark well
swallows the untold
unheard tales
of an unseen childhood
of lost innocence
among bloodshed
unquenchable greed of human
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.]


8 thoughts on “Lost Childhood

  1. Wow, this is amazing. I love your word choice, and the topic is a serious one the world should be talking about and working to resolve. Thanks for sharing!

    1. Btw, would you like to be on each other’s blog roll? I like your work so I’ll add you to my blog roll :3 I hope you’ll add me, too!

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