Boys are not stone
TITLE: BOYS ARE NOT STONE
We were father's eyes
after he lost his sight in the struggle for survival,
we were mother’s arms
the ones she stretched to places
where even her legs were handicapped to walk,
we were dumping ground
where people drop their pains in exchange for peace
and still expected our eyes to remain a desert.....
where tears are not produced.
Out of hypocrisy, they didn’t speak,
Culture spoke in their voice;
Made us wear crowns heavier than ourselves,
made our skins the wall
who consumed all the mess spilled against our home
and in turn, initiated us into the squad of men
who welcome wars coming against our land.
We’ve endeavored so much pains with no gain in return,
We’ve cried so much without tears,
so to anyone who is still in the dark age,
we are boy children, we are human
not stone nor planks of wood void of feeling.
We are boys, not stones!