Seasoned Child

A seasoned child with a voice to hear, A voice that echoes through hearts and mind, Her innocence shattered, but not through fear, The perpetrators will pay their fine. Her courage carries her through life, And no one now will dare forget, The echoes that will always strive To change the fortunes of regret. They cry too soon, “She’s gone away…” Beneath the tears, you hear her breathe, They pray to God and hope they may Never see the country seethe. The country’s hopes are carried on The shoulders of this seasoned child, With a voice that thunders at dawn, This land of hers has been beguiled.