My day started out like any other…
Woke up and kissed the hand of my mother…
Showered and dressed.. Ready to go…
Today would be my last day little did I know..
At 13 there’s not much I understand…
The world is as I see it… I grasped it in my hand..
I believed problems could be solved with my voice…
I believed I had to speak out, I had no choice…
Off to a protest with my friends close behind..
If only I knew what was about to unwind…
Men of “Law” came at me at from all around..
Charging like bulls they dragged me to the ground…
I fought, I did, as well as I could…
Then again I’m only 13, my struggles no good…
I was thrown in a truck, with a bag on my head…
My heart beat fast, I thought for sure I’d be dead..
The fear rampaged through my veins…
I knew I had to escape by any means…
But with hands and feet bound I knew I’d fail…
And soon cries for my mother I began to wail..
To a grungy room I was taken with cracked green walls…
Hung upside down from my feet I began to squall…
An officer entered, stick in hand…
Beat me again and again- the pain I could not withstand..
I blacked out for what seemed like eternity..
Thought I’d wake up in a dream- but this was reality…
By now I lay on a cold wet ground…
Little did I know it was my blood that surround…
A searing pain I felt below…
I couldn’t see anything…but I felt it in woe..
I had been cut, how cruel could they be?
Was this the end, had they no mercy?
Another solider walked in, gun in hand..
I pleaded with him in hopes he’d understand..
“I’m just a child, what harm could I do?
I’m not yet a man to stand up to you…”
My cries fell upon deaf ears..
Bullets ripped through my little body like shears..
My final thoughts were of my family…
Would they know what happened-would they ever find me??
As the room became dark, their laughter echoed in my ears..
I gave into the darkness and released my fears…
One day I knew my story would be heard..
This atrocity we are in could not be deferred..
Someone somewhere will take a stand..
Freedom for Syria they will demand…
I’m sure I’m only one of many more..
Lost in a battle full of gore..
I pray now for those like me..
Lost victims of cruelty..
And I pray for all those who pretend not to see…
What’s happening to little victims just like me…
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