Thursday, May 20, 2010

The Son Of War

What future awaits

to this verdant boy,

a son of war?

Who will serve

as his strength

if at this moment

his father shed blood?

Who will light

his stoney path

if his mother catches

fireflies at noon,

spitting saliva

at the passers by

on the sidewalk?

If tomorrow comes

and you'll see him

marching with rifles

as if an expert

of killings and war

but never did once

pull the trigger,

don't be shock bro.

It was his fate

to make you feel

how tiresome it is

to gamble and fall

until the dawn breaks

on a bestfriend's wake

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