Combat Boots in Moss

Inspired by my friend who moved from his homeland in Africia to Canada when he was 18.This is his story about the life of a child solider and the horrors he endured.

I look into your eyes and see a world of horrors.
Horrors that I've never seen but you have endured.

I see a world of hatred and pain.
I see a world without hope,one full of shame.

Your eyes tell me a story, one that has no one to blame.
In your eyes I see the torture you've endured.
The life of a child solider,killing as you were ordered.

I see a life of blood,hatred and loss.
I see you as a little boy,combat boots in moss.
Searching through the jungle for your next kill.

If anyone in the Western world saw this,they would surely get chills.
Little boys in combat boots trugging through the moss,
Guns in their hands,
A heart full of hatred and loss.

Most of them are orphans,
famililess and lost.
All they want is to be loved,
but the only family they have is are boys in combat boots,trugging through the moss.

With a heart full of pain,
and boots full of moss
These little boys, all they know is pain,hatred and moss.

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

I have no clue if you knew this, but moss stood for motherly love in the Victorian era.
To say a soldier stomped through battle with boots littered with moss would be to say he trampled their mother's love (hence the pain, hatred, shame, and sorrow) and left. Trugging through the moss might imply the children are merely trying to make do . . .

[Soul Fire]

No I did not.know that (: thank you for informing me (:

[Soul Fire]

my intention was the plant/growth

[Rose of Gondor]

Lovely poem, horrifying subject. No one should be forced to see war when they're only kids. It's sad, what horrors still go on in the world...Hopefully, one day, these horrors will cease to exist.

[Soul Fire]

it'svery sad