In the sunlight mere coloured differently

It could’ve been our children to deliberately be targeted.

It could’ve been our children to deliberately be tormented.

It could’ve been our children with unversed steps,

forced to endure tribulation after tribulation.

It could’ve been our children with playful minds,

forced to endure trauma after trauma.

moments, hours, days, weeks…and I don’t want to write down after that…

It would’ve been our child..

It would’ve been mine or yours..

That same number of organs, that same red blood.

That same pleasant smile, that same pure mind!

Those same curious beautiful eyes,

meant only for the joyful mundane sight.

In the sunlight mere coloured differently.

It is in the sunlight mere coloured differently.