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moyoesther
moyoesther Witty. Funny. Sarcastic. Shy. Talkactive
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I once knew boy, young and innocent with a mind so free and a heart that danced with glee. He didn't know reality, he didn't have to. The purity of childhood had him in a fantasy of joy, peace and everything this world couldn't have offered. He laughed. He cried. He smiled. He was just a little boy.

HE WAS ONLY THREE...

I once knew boy, young and innocent with a mind so free and a heart that danced with glee. He didn't know reality, he didn't have to.

The purity of childhood had him in a fantasy of joy, peace and everything this world couldn't have offered. He laughed. He cried. He smiled. He was just a little boy.

They didn't know that though...maybe they just didn't care.

Blinded by rage and an unquenchable thirst for blood, they gouged out his eyes for ethnic lines and sacrificed his innocence for greed and power.

Their blade danced across his supple skin, carving without mercy until his light was gone and nothing, absolutely nothing could bring him back. The body was dumped, the eyes forgotten...

His offence was nothing...He was only three.

The joy of his mother and pride of his father was washed out in his blood and with their tears, they cleaned his wounds and buried him beneath the soiled earth.

The land is now filled with blood and every night if you listened closely, you would hear the sound of the little boy's cries pleading for justice.

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