CHILD SOLDIER
A brief smile whispers shadows
A rifle his burden, innocence lost
Bruises on both elbows
Eyes clouded with a thousand sorrows.
A painting of a young soul, no longer a child
But a half-grown man who has seen too much.
His grin reveals brown teeth
A tbacco’s stain playground
Hair bushy, not black but brown
Dreams taking cover in his eyes.
A boy conscripted, his spirit dies
In the painting, a silent cry.
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