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.