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Stare into the barrel you once showed me. This is your fate, the cold steel but the agonizing pain of loud sounds in your ear. Let me describe the future you held against my mother temple and the roof of my mouth.
I tasted death between my teeth, you placed it there.
The thought of my death didn’t shatter me, but gave a new meaning to what life is.
All must struggle to be free.
The more you struggle the more the end will become freeing. You showed me how short and important life is, no matter how much my family has struggled.
Your hands may be of a lighter tone, and your eyes may be blue, but I can see right through you.
You’re as empty as that gun you press forcefully against my brothers back. Let me present you with one that isn’t pretending- it’s full.
A gift from your parcel.
You thought me to be aware and use my surroundings and I am. Let’s see, you pull this little switch at the top with your thumb, and hold this piece of steel like so and point it towards the helpless. You taught me well.
Although I have no strength to press this forcefully upon your skin, I know you shiver as you laugh terrified of the thought that a child as small as me may end your life. My family says nothing but crawls back towards the house. They know what I know, look into my dark brown eyes, they may not be as bright as yours but they hold my stories of sorrow, agony and anger. Happiness will exist once again when all of your men have leave, you come here to bring peace, yet you bring so much pain.
Let chaos ensue within the walls of your home, but the walls I live in are torn and shaken by the poverty you have led us too. Take your men. No one wants you here. Walk towards me and I will make this odd shaped stone make a blasting sound. That sound that makes you weak and bleed.
I don’t care if you pass; all I care about is the safety of my family. Do you think your pleading will make me place this object of harm down? Leave you insipid, cruel man, LEAVE!
We speak of war as if it us our angel of death. You speak of war as the saviour of third world nations.
What do you know of poverty Mr. President? I am the child that lives within those you have
killed with your ideas. People follow you because they don’t know any better. I’d like them to live
the ways of your victims. See if they will make that vote for you now.
Go on…
Ignorance is bliss to those who know nothing and see nothing. Ignorance brings pain to those who
see and feel everything.
Written by: D3scry (KA)
