As I drift through the road
i saw a young lad amid the throng
as they swarm through the streets.
Through the lens in his eyes
i saw a little boy
who is tired of being
entangled with a religion that
sold his soul to the devil.
In his eyes, I saw a little boy with hatred,
those clerics who used blood as
ink to write on his tabula rasa,
now turning his white pristine mind black.
In his eyes, I saw a little boy
crying, yelling, wailing
in silence looking for freedom;
Freedom from smearing his
white jalamia with blood
all because of a religion.
Freedom from the fetters
that chained his mind.
Freedom to practice love.
-In his eyes.