The Villager

Tears stroll down the face
of a small innocent child
looking upon the bodies
of his broken family piled

the bodies set aflame
the smoke is seen for miles
no more will they play with him
that's the end of their smiles

he stands among the soldiers
bruised, battered and bare
his family lights their faces
to reveal that they don't care

a man of the village
who they've taken turns to beat
is begging for his life
by kissing the soldier's feet

the women are being raped
each soldier takes his turn
then they sigh with relief
as they are forced to burn

in a short few hours
this village was turned to dust
soldier's destroyed lives
and fulfilled their shallow lust

this one child left standing
who's beaten but not beat
sees the ashes burning
and stands to his feet

he looks at his village
there's not another soul alive
but he doesn't stand crying
but is determined to survive

he walks many miles
how many, he does not know
but as he keeps on walking
his ambitions starts to grow

many years later
when the boy is now a man
he returns to his village
to redeem what he can

he rebuilds what was broken
made it better that before
made remembrance of the dead
so people know forever more

then people inhabit the land
he watches the kids frolic and play
sun shines on their faces
but he chooses not to stay

he rebuilt his people's land
he felt he owed it to them all
then he dug himself a hole
not too big, not too small

the pain was too much to bare
the memories still haunted
of that tragic night he lived
when the soldiers teased and taunted

stepped into his hole
lay-ed himself to rest
died in his home
after completing his quest