On a cold morning, blasts and ceaseless gunshots from all angles
Streets were clearly deserted, suddenly behind me a man yielded at me to opt into the vehicle
Boys at my age with reddened eyes
Soon enough, we got to the army camp
We were taken to a senior officer who kept on emphasizing that we were no longer boys but men
He declared we had to fight so our mothers and sisters so that they can see the war end
Notified us that if we died we died for a noble cause
Shabbily converted for our training
A Three days consisted of rigorous trainings
Gun became our partner as they said it was the most important part of the training
Everyone seemed to be in a rush to take us to the war front
The live you take, you cannot make
Cries and screams, I can still hear "I won't run away again
The deal day finally arrived and despite the lashings and humiliations I had suffered
Despite being told it was all caused by the President's men I could not imagine killing another
No one spoke to me before I started shooting from my position
His name was Xandu, we were picked on the same day and soon became friends in sorrow
Now he was dead and its all the fault of the men at the other side
That night, there was a sense of pride I felt, after all, enemies had died at my hand
My mother will see the end of the war
I failed to see that it was also the end of my childhood and innocence.
A rephrase to #OnashilePeace(tolarnee)