My life as a 'Child'

Bones burn ash fire kicks 

As I run and  stumble 

The village crumples under the AK's rumble

blood soaks the earth full of pain and suffering 

Brought to a camp barley alive

we were struck and beat to walk for miles leaving behind my life as a child 

Forced to witness carnage some by my own hands

 towards my brothers and sisters

In order to feed the fearless nature

Drugs in my viens flow with rage and make the mind of the child easy to escape 

it's ensential to stay safe in the  trade of red pain diamonds 

At 8 i should be running around having a fun time with life 

not carrying a 9mm and  fighting  a war that is not mine  

My brain my body my spirit..  robbed of its innocence

Forced

To kill rob and rape innocent womenmen and children 

My only friend is about my same hieght probly my same size

it does not hold a conversation but has my back when im engaging in raiding or infiltration

 It's automatics ..the rattle of the gun has turned into my laughter 

As the holes in my upper arm accelerate this ecstasy of the never ending coma

Just sane...

My brain  filled with violence My concious taught to shout

 Kill or be killed

Obey or be killed.

My life as a child

Author's Note

My first shared poem....

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My brain my body my spirit.. robbed of its innocence
I felt so affected from this poem filled with the cruel reality and honesty..Your sharing is so important, shows your heart and soul survived!