Old Wounds Heals

got me thinking about when i was young drawing a picture scar shopping with my parents in north of ireland british armed soldiers pointing guns at us security checkpoint i remember a cold feeling running down my spine mum warning us to keep the noise down these people are dangerous could kill you in a second she said to us say your prayers boys guns are upon you feeling darkness crawl the devils tools ten at the time stepping out of the car my father grabbed the barrel roughly of the gun with venom in his voice the blood boiled feeling fathers rage in the child witness to such an act roughly saying stop pointing that gun at my children makes one cry how a world they sat by saw or country in pain and suffering being tortured love is peace terrorists are armed soldiers employed to kill innocence you are now seeing the world through wisdom grants you keys into the souls eyes that have saw suffering become meek crying a child in fear seeing my father brought to his knees on the ground my mother going crazy crying saying what is wrong with you people a higher ranked soldier walks in saying that is enough lads leave the man to get back and sort his noisy family out laughing like we were beneath him i hugged my dad thought they were going to kill him i remember gritting my teeth an oath one made as a child when i get older i will kill you to this day i remember his face that of darkness a ten year old child looking at the power of the gun staring growling into the face distorted sight of a laughing satan of a man leaving a scar on a child one of pure innocence you really got me thinking opening up inside the mind on this one wound i have long forgiven them but it was rememberance day today