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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

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Brian Johnston July 6, 2014 at 11:54 PM You don't have to be a 'little boy' to be used for dubious causes by society. But the butterfly who claims divine purpose also seems evil. Why does he lie to the little boy about his future, where is the warmth of his wings in sending the little boy to his death? Is there really irony in the old soldier shooting the little boy in the back? No, the old soldier letting the little boy go and then committing suicide, that would be ironical. Your first poem Thunder is the best of the 3.

Casarah Nance July 3, 2014 at 7:34 AM Wow Arthur I loved the continuation! You are such a good story teller! Arthur Vaso July 4, 2014 at 11:10 PM I am full of......... s...... tories

James Fraser July 1, 2014 at 3:13 PM Powerful, sad sombre ending, with words that transmit the happenings/events that our past has endured, and so do our today's, as will our tomorrow's. No badge or uniform, ever stopped a bullet from a gun. Thoroughly absorbing piece Arthur, and it has to be read more than once, James :) Arthur Vaso July 4, 2014 at 11:09 PM Thanks James!

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser July 1, 2014 at 3:32 AM Tragic again and soo sad,.... I request for one happy ending..:) I love how you use " the little one" .. Declaring innocence and weakness...vulnerability too Arthur Vaso July 4, 2014 at 11:08 PM See, there was a part 2!!!! and even a part 3 !!!!

Tim Smith June 30, 2014 at 11:23 PM How sad my friend....too much pain...futures lost...we must cease the tears....nice Arthur Arthur Vaso June 30, 2014 at 11:25 PM Thanks Tim, much appreciated!

Arthur Vaso June 30, 2014 at 11:17 PM This is part 2 to Thunder