(Photo Source I was 8 when they came to my village Sent dad to heaven with one bullet Made me watch while they devour mum and sisters. Passed them around like toys And slaughtered them after pleasure.
My heart broke and paused for few seconds I woke up in a frosty forest Chained and caged like a dog. Tears flow through my eyes like a fountain And rage became my meal.
They en-frame me for months I called upon death to come But death hid from me Deaf and far-flung.
Months came and gone They gave me a gun and machete Trained to be like them Trained with fog and hatred To cause discord to the society.
Now I'm fourteen Wearing the blood of my family on my neck. The last visage of mum still hunts me The aching voices of my siblings have blocked my thoughts And sadness enveloped my skewed life.
I'm now a living zombie Lacks empathy and conscience Killed hundreds for their course.
We turned villages to ghost towns Became menace and wanton. Soon they gave me a bride She was 10 and clueless A trophy for my participation.
They called us defenders of caliphates Holy soldiers I guess. My bride became my torture A reminder of the lives they took from me.
Sorrows keep boiling within me A feeling that woke my pain. I took my gun and left bullets In the soiled heart of the leader.
Flew with my bride Knowing my death will be a reward. We ran like cats Pleaded for death to come But death left us behind.
We survived three days in the forest Declared dead by society and caliphate. Went back to the village to breath But they tossed and labeled us outcast The privileged and favored ones.
We are victims of this cruel world Rejected by the society that we love. Plugged unripe and moulded as warriors Fought wars we can't explain I'm a child soldier And this is my capsule.