The Day the Hope Died

A war has broken out. It has reached this city. The people of the city know they do not have the slightest chance. Most have accepted the will of God. A man thinks otherwise and promises his son he will be back. As fate would have it, he does not return. His son waits for him all the while and dies eventualy. Should the father have told his son to run away, should the son have done so himself, should he have literaly stood by his father's word knowing what all is happening before him, these are questions one is free to ponder over.

Far in the horizon,
clattered drums and trumpets,
of death gliding swiftly,
shatter life's nest.

Pillaging march,
fear emanating all along,
hope receding he spoke,
"fear not son be strong"

"human animals lay ahead,
tormenting spirits within,
oblivious to humanity,
deceitful devilish denizens

Back i'll be to take you,"
Comrades gazed in astonish,
"a rendition of what i stand for,
back i'll be i promise"

So stood there the child,
as meek as a deer,
imbibing the words he just heard,
his eyes of grit,
his shadow of strength,
he believed in his fathers word.

Mayhem caressed the buildings,
devastation kissed a lethal blow,
sorrow cuddled the faces of women,
bodies of the dead who wont let go.

Fighting the gloom all around him,
the boy stood still,
apostle of manly character,
naked exhibition of strong will.

Plunderers came closer,
his hair the bullet grazed,
not a smirk on his face nor a shiver of hand,
he stood there unfazed.

The light dimmed,
the sounds faded,
the senses were lost,
beneath the tree,
along the road,
Ah! the boy was shot.

In his descent to the ground,
heavenly stars he eyed,
not his body, not his soul,
it was his hope that day that died.