Hope?

The child heard the bombing each day.
Each day. Sitting in the refugee camp and seeing no hope.
He didn't fear death. He was prepared.
He was prepared to not wake up from sleep.
He was prepared to take a bullet.
He was prepared to die.
This little soul never lived in the fool's paradise.
He never saw love. He never saw happiness. He never saw peace.
But he was dauntless.
He had nothing to lose.