A child of war
Nothing more
Just a boy haunted
By gunshots and blood
Born and raised
with shut eyes
And wrought-iron fists,
Scared of life
Alone in the
Land of your father
With broken dreams
And lost memories
A tri-corn hat
Without love
An empty dinner table
With cold dishes
Nothing's right
Just year after year
Of pain and tears
And absence
You blame genes
For your chains
And your fear
And loneliness
You wish
For the warmth
But, given none,
Set your own flame
Forgotten
As you raise yourself
From ashes,
A child of war.
You miss family,
You do.
But they let you down
Repeatedly
They ride on wings
Of opportunity
But you fall from the sky
A modern-day Icarus
In hues of orange
And yellow
Do your eyes dim
As you plummet
He cared more
About his country
Than he ever did
You, his son
He cared more
For land than you,
While your mind raged dark
The skies remained blue
A child of war
Nothing more
Just a boy raised with
Bombshells and heartbreak
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Ranboo up ahead then jan. 6 events
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