Gabriel Rodriguez

The sun was shining bright The morning he was alive The sun suddenly set At the time the soldier died The grass all around Is crimson with blood The child walks through With a crooked smile Cigar hangs from his lips As he wanders around Left no survivors All were shot down In the city The little girl left her uncles house She cried heavily As she coughed up love and blood From her mouth Across town a mother drops her phone She rushes to the night Her son never came home When she comes upon him She holds him as he drips to pavement Her cries penetrate the night Somebody save him As the police officer lies He looks at the picture of his new wife He quivers as he observes the scene "The kid wasn't armed What will happen to me?" The little girl makes it home Then she grabs the knife She breaks into her uncles house Then stabs him once, twice, thrice The child soldier gets back to his post He's concerned As the enemy comes close The warrior who died As the sun set Looks on from above As his family has wept Then he floats away to the clouds To see all those he met On the wars summit The same officer goes to jail His wife cries As the mother of the child he murdered Grows cold hearted in life The little girl is covered in blood She runs all the way home From her uncles neighborhood Then burns her clothes in the stove The tiny soldier flees In the middle of night Fearful of the armies might He was then shot down by his own people No longer a child but a man, he was considered equal The lives of these people Range from 6 to 11 to 27 Welcome to the average life Beneath the heavens.