23 November 2012
Their skinny bodies and withering arms,
Some from the city the others from farms.
I turned around and looked him in the eye.
The little boy blue began to cry.
"I won't hurt you, please tell me your name?"
He stopped right then and asked me the same.
I told him I was Lisa and he said he was Ben.
I asked him his age he replied "I think I'm 10"
"Where did you come from, what's that in your hand?"
He held it out flat it was a key on a strand...
The Key • Opuss № I