A child.
A small child.
Bathed in laughter of his playmates.
Face glowing in the sunlight.
Innocent.
Naive.
Unsuspecting.
One day
A stranger.
Tall, dark.
Picks up the child.
And into a silver car.
Violated.
Tortured.
Used.
Innocence stripped
Away with the
Terrible day.
A child.
A small child.
Bathed in blood of his companions.
Face ashen, broken in the dawn.
Changed.
Forever.
And no more.
A child.
Lying cold and still in the gutter.
Dead.
But for what purpose?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very pathetic and it really touches your heart... a question to this world... A child. Kidnapped. But for What purpose?