An old drawing (school time)

by signedbymali

Wounded Body, naked soul

Tears are falling down.

His mom, his dad and siblings too

Nobody remains


He falls down on bleeding knees

as he cries out his need.

”Please mister, take my life

I can not manage more!”


The eyes, a reflection

of what the soul bears

pain in to the deepest place

is showing clearly now


The soldier leers as he looks down

He spits and smiles again.

”Let the boy keep his life,

so that he suffers more.”