Gather around people
And listen to what I have to say
It’s a tale of a boy
Who went astray
Day one, he was okay
Living with his family
Until one day
They were shot insensibly
And died while he begged them to stay
His life became a tragedy
And his soul turned grey
Day two, he ran away
To another place
To find his way
And start a new phase
Somewhere far away
Day three, he became a prey
To the strangers he met
Along the way
They grabbed him by the neck
And his skin, they tried to flay
Day four, he faced a fray
He tried to flee
But he had to obey
Those who ignored a plea
From a boy, from a stray
Day five, it was the day
The boy escaped
From the hate and the dismay
“Leave me be,” he said
“I need to find my way.”
Day six, his heart started to decay
He cried, for all he wanted
Was to buy a bouquet
For his loved ones, the dead
And find a way
To place it on their soil-bed
Before he slipped away
Day seven, the final day
He was filled with dread
And started to pray
To be killed, to join the dead
Because for him, it was the only way
To return home to his mother’s gingerbread
And make the nightmares go away
Moonchild Poetry 