He sat on a brown chair.
He sat in a quiet stare.
He saw his father yell.
He saw his mother fell.
Poor child sitting on the chair.
Innocent and scared, he wonders,
“Why is life so unfair?”
Poor child, weeping in pain.
“I hate you!” the mother cried.
“Die now!” the father screamed.
He took out the gun and pulled the trigger.
“Where is the love?” the child whispered.
© CLN.snts
2012
