He died crying
How unusually sad
A war on his tribe
Nothing left of his mother
All that cared for him
Sister and brother vanished
Beneath the blade
What a beautiful face
With what grace do
We come into this world
Only to leave at the
Disgrace of the hands
Of evil when the arms
Of love were just cradling
Us now gone to the grave
Open air nothing spared
Innocence slain
For no benefit
For no joy
No further happiness
To grow from the smile
That was taken from
His face alone when
He died crying
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Poétique 