He used to know
how tall his friend was.
From now,
he will only remember how long
the body lay crumpled
on a bloody ground.
“For Freedom!” one side shouted.
“My people support me!” claimed the man oblivious
to the tears and pointing fingers;
Empty words and outright lies
rhetoric carrying cheap price-tags
in a land where lives sell cheap
and hungry wolves gather for the unholy feast.
“He was only ten!” the headline said.
I hope,
at least,
they got his age right.