24 January 2013
Send him home,
To his loving caring family.
He shouldn't be here watching death,
All alone he stands scared to death,
As the puddle of his own blood pools around him.
The fire of guns and the screams of pain,
He's only a boy,
He shouldn't be here fighting for his freedom.
His stomach grumbles from lack of food,
His hair is matted as he doesn't have the supplies to groom.
The gun in his hand has been fired,
Killing the opposition- the liars.
Send him home please so I can at last rest,
Let him live his life,
Instead of losing it fighting for his freedom.
Send Him Home. • Opuss № I