The world is full of diverse people,

all of which have dreams while growing up

and create new memories

reminding them of their life

in the making.

 

Living in this day and age

people stomach,

especially children,

tragic circumstance

that no one can picture.

Like this boy in Pakistan,

only 12 years olds.

 

“Hurry up, I am getting late for school,” he said

Left his bowl of cereal

cold,

Ran out the door flying to school.

 

A new day brought new adventures,

all the kids were fooling around

tagging each other, poking, stepping on each others feet.

 

Then suddenly...

Silence was shot throughout the room.

All you could see was chaos.

Drowning in disarray

While trying to swim ashore

 

Time stopped...

The falling flesh of the deseized

with multiple circles in their artful selfs.

The little boy laid without any life in him anymore,

One of the monsters came to check if he was cold.

 

After he had gone ahead to his next victim,

the Little Boy got up and ran;

He tried to run away from death, but you can never escape death.

 

The little boy got shot x times

when the clock struck 8 am,

and he entered the

eternal WORLD.

The monsters laughed

their faces coated with blood,

their eyes harden after

the years of numerous cries,

while going to look for a new prey

 

What type of world are we living in

that this type of thing occurs?

 

The little boy had many dreams

many hopes,

many plans,

same as many others,

all of which fell into a bucket of forgotten others

 

The red paint painted the portrait of humanity in one stroke.