You should be seen and not heard..seen walking the stygian paths,carrying your heart in your hand and your honour in the magazines.
They tell you your purpose,they tell it to you with lips that do not move,you can only feel their sharp claws circle your small head..like clairvoyant wizards probing crystal balls.
They tell you what you are,they say you do it for the flag and you wonder if the flag will wrap you on those nights when the voices come out of the ground and purr like cats..
They show you the enemy,the enemy they say you will become unless you carve holes in his eyes and trap his soul between your hands like you trap the mosquitos that incessantly feed on you. And then you wonder why the enemy has hands and feet just like you.
When you close your eyes..what do you see?.Do you dream?..of a peace that holds no meaning,of a peace they tell you is only achievable when you make more bodies fall.Do you see those friends whose bones decorate the streets now..whose bloody slates are fastened to the asphalt.Do they tell you that it is better where they are?.
Do you cry?..are your tears enough to wash the stains on your hands? Do you long for a mother’s touch? Do you feel fear? Do you hate the blackness? Do you hate your blackness?.
Are the thoughts able to twist their way into your mind? A mind so conveniently booby trapped with incendiary hopes.
Do you look forward to the day when your body too will fall lifeless to the ground and the grey vultures..the ones you know by name will circle the sky above your decaying flesh?..
Would you want me to hold your hand? I could if you want.We could go to that place..I hear the grass is nicer there.And you could introduce me to your friends.
For every child soldier in every corner,whether you hold a gun or not,in whatever way you are being used or afflicted,I fight for you.