Bombing innocent people

 
The little boy  
who had a stone
lay heart broken  
all alone
 
his eyes squeezed tight
his fists he clenched
curled up in a ball
as to make him so small
 
his ears he closed  
to stop the tears
as burning smells
compounded his fears
 
he held this way
till the bombing drifted
days later only then
his wee head he lifted
 
his eyes met silence
his ears saw no love
his heart hid even deeper inside
as he stumbled to stand up
 
there were no loved ones reaching out
no calling for his name
only broken bodies on the soil
where once his home was laid,
 
as winds blew all around
lifting dirt like empty souls
the cloudless sky spoke to him
gifting courage to be bold,
 
the little child listened in fear
but this time not for bombing
the tears stopped falling from his ears
and with his wide eyes he could hear
 
the voice of ancesters  
telling him to walk tall
to love and respect his loving kind
himself as equil to all
 
he stepped out and began to open
his senses burst through pain  
preventing and protecting him
from another mans reign
 
as he clutched his stone  
which held happier times
next to his skin
close to his heart
 
the wee boy drank from the water well
as he listened to this breaking spell