Displacement

Dark nights where pain resides No where to run, no place to hide A young child, a boy of only five A young child, a boy of only five Giving chase were the foreigners Hunters, killers, demons alive No where to run, no place to hide In this place where pain resides "Pull the trigger... Now." The first shot rang out, The boy loses his left arm which held his prized possession A bamboo stick, shaped into a doll Now sitting in his right fist The second shot rang out, The boy loses his right arm and his bargaining chip He sits on his last two limbs, He cries out in pain and anguish Two more shots ring out, His right and left legs burst out From right underneath him, Giving way to the soft ground Soaked in his blood and his tears, As he sniffles and goes into shock The soldier steps closer in fear, And then the boys face was lost Another soldier asks them "What the hell have you done? He was only a child, a boy, Why is this the outcome?" At this moment a man turned a corner His grocery bags fell to the floor As he laid his eyes upon The torso that lay in an ocean Of blood next to a bamboo doll That he had made 5 short years ago He slowly said, "My Son."