Elvis Wanjohi Poet I do not know?

Age of Terror

In a world,
Where there are no truths,
Just perceptions,
He was taught that their perception was truth.
In a world,
Where perfection is a beautiful lie,
He was taught that his religion was perfect.
He was taught that,
Everyone who was different,
Was a stain begging to be wiped off the face of mother earth.
He was taught,
That sometimes to make something you have to break it.
He was just thirteen
The first time a gun was placed in the palm of his hands.
It felt like hot coal,
Like the light of life dangled from the darkness of a shotgun.
A motionless figure,
Hooded by a grey sack
Knelt before his very eyes.
It was as if the person beneath,
Was dead before he even pulled the trigger,
And watched the grey,
Drown in sombre crimson.
They forgot to teach him,
That once you kill a man,
You kill a part of yourself.
     _lesson.learnt_
         Elliepoet™

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