I wrote down all I saw
All I saw I wrote down
At some point, he stopped living; he was only leaving..
Mama never told him she was sending him to a war front;
Neither did father told mama he was arming her for battle..
In a world that never stops talking, all he hears are silent voices of the souls he has killed
Who taught him how to shoot this hard?
Who showed him where to fix his weapon?
Who gave him the bullet in the first place?
Or could it be that he read it from another soldier's manual?
Well,
I can only write down all I saw
And all I saw will I write down...
He was young, innocent and full of hope
Like Joseph, all he wanted was to live his dream..
But then, SHE, HE and THEY took away his 'reading lamp'
Empty, Regretful and Shameful has he become...
Like a lost ghost forgotten by the underworld
And like a wounded slave without a master
He now wanders the street of pain and guilt which keeps staring at him...
It's not his fault that he is wired to spark when his battery is charged
Neither is it his fault that he is moved by what he sees...
He was too young to know how to seize fire or take cover
So, SHE and THEY took advantage of his weakness and inability to say NO!
"Don't tell me you haven't shot this gun of yours before, or are you not man enough?"
That was the bullet that was used on him
"Trust me, you will enjoy it, I won't tell your mother" - the bullet he has also adopted
Oh!
So many girls has fallen prey to this wounded and hungry soldier
Some he shot from afar
Others he shot through the heart and left them drowning in the ocean of love
They call him a Heart breaker, a Cheat and a Dog
But then, he's only, but a WOUNDED & HUNGRY LION looking for who to devour....
"He is the BOY CHILD......"
[CREDIT: The above thoughts were inspired by Sammy Hart's #SaveTheBoyChild movement | PHOTO CREDIT: @fotokraftstudio 08039384415]