Filled with violent,
camouflaging green
the most beautiful places,
dodging bullets leaf by leaf,
word by word and tear by tear.
Children, lost with whom they
are supposed to be, robbed
from their careless pearls
with childlike simplicity
by a mature and sore touch.
In the eyes the fear can be read,
caried with him ‘till the end.
The cry upon his voice and his
heart, tortured by emotions.
The love of a mother holds him.
A rose that has been crushed
under the enormous weight of
her innocence and her glory.
Alone in solitude without any
understanding and respect.
~ Greetz ~