Chain of Hatred

A child, staring at Jesus’ last supper with His disciples. Beside him were two dining plates, They’re for his mother and for his father. He kept on waiting, But they never came.

All ended when peace was broken, so his innocence. Missiles descended from dark sky, set the mountain on flames, burned people to ash. The child survived but not his father. Alone with his mother, must endure the pain. Stray bullets passed through walls, pierced his body but not his heart. His life was saved but not his mother’s. Alone with his dog, must survive the present.

Smoke rises from ground, Climb high into the sky. War tanks crushed his home. His life was spared but not the dog’s. Alone with himself, must worry about the future.

Childhood tainted by terrors, School uniform covered in blood, Pure soul eaten by hatred, Caused him to crave for power, To seek for revenge.

He waited for the time, Then raised his own war. Another city was on fire. Another homeless child was born.