A child of only seven years
He walks by the houses every day,
He's on his way to school
Dragging his backpack in one hand and his jacket in the other,
Feeling their stares on his back.
So ordinary, so normal.
But watch the fire burn in his eyes,
And it is not a child that you see.
The mothers pull their children away,
When he comes out to play.
He doesn't mind as he builds his pyramids,
And destroys them too.
He sits alone on one the swings and tries to go as far up as he can,
Trying in vain to reach home
He tries too hard to fit in, to be another face in the crowd,
They know that he is different.
But what does it matter to him,
If they're all afraid of him?
In the dead of night he tip-toes out of bed
Silent as a grave.
Tonight they will all die, he thinks gleefully to himself,
He will make them proud and do what he must.
They will come back for him if he does, that he knows,
When every creature is dead – so he was told.
He feels nothing towards those he wishes death,
They are obstacles in his way home
And a sure way path to acceptance.
With hard, burning eyes he watches the destruction,
The one that he caused.
A smile graces his lips and fangs show through,
He has fulfilled what he was sent to accomplish
And now they will come for him,
To bring him home beyond the stars.
He destroyed a world today and proved his worth,
They will be proud.
For he is only one killer with the face of a child among a race of many.
Saiyan.
2005-07-21
