Tomorrows Soldier
I am alone
No food no water
No mother no father
I am a shell
I am afraid
I shiver
The night’s cold
I long for the warmth of.......
ISIS shall be your blanket
We shall provide you the warmth
We shall feed you
My little one, here is your gun
We shall march forth to other villages
Together God willing we shall avenge your sorrows
Tomorrows soldier, is now fully trained
Blood and Allah his new found allies
Brothers in arms
The little boy
The soldier who slaughtered his future
Together, bonded in wars of hate
The dawn of the morning
When even evil slumbers and sleeps
A Butterfly flutters with the rising sun
Looking sadly upon this orphan
The future soldier has never seen such beauty
He can’t help but steal a smile from his past
The Fritillary speaks softy not to awaken the army of hate
I bring you life little one and news from above
Confused the little one stares
The butterfly speaks yet again
Mother and father now weep for you
Tears fall from the heavens little one
Mother Father? but they are dead!
No little one, they have passed on only
Saddened by your pain and unhappiness
They wait patiently to give you back your laughter
Must I die? Must I? To be with them again?
No little one, you must live, fully
You must have love and compassion
So that the heavens and the earth shall cease the tears
Who are you butterfly, so wise and meek?
I am you little one and I am god
The butterfly hugged this future soldier
The orphan felt the warmth of such strong wings
A miracle for sure the little one thought
As he dropped his weapon
Truly happy, for his path he now knew
He ran away from the battle, in utter euphoria
Epilogue
The old soldier of Allah’s wars
Once a young boy long ago
With eyes so cold
Shot the little one in the back
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2014
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