I stand alone in a group,
A bunch of two or three,
I search valiantly for a face, a soul,
Who would have the heart to set me free.
I know what you did to my mother,
Her screams still fresh in my ears,
"Run away from here my baby",
But now my end is near.
I hope you don't ever see death so close,
Or as horrendous as I see
My final moment is filled with betrayal,
Cuz the hands who make my end sure, are the same hands who fed me.
Its all going to end in a calculated swish,
That you might think i am oblivious of,
But thr is little I can do when I see my brother being dragged,but feel,
The nasty anticipation of the horrors waiting for me.
It is a celebration, this murder of innocence,
And i see not one feel even an ounce of grief,
If this is wht is meant to be human,
Then I am glad to be the one who has to leave.
Don't celebrate murder . Celebrate Humanity.
My 1st volunteer work overseas
15 years ago