With a glimpse of his possible future
Towards the darkness
On to a boat
Into the depths
With the rise and fall of the sun
On dusty roads he finds himself
Under the burning sun
Calluses cover his fragile hands.
He moves on
By land and by sea
Altercations turn bloody
After a time
His mind no longer his only companion
Now part of a collective
A Congregation driven by necessity
Violence the daily assignment
Led by a man
Of knowledge and words
“This is a figure to follow” thought the kid
His first kill came not long after.
to be continued..