cold dark space

Boy sat on his daddy’s knee
Couldn’t have been any older than three
“Son, always remember what they’ve done.
We must correct the past; our future is almost won.”

Boy nodded, daddy’s face studying
Piercing big brown eyes intent on pleasing
Learning these ways way too young
Perhaps his future is almost won

His world is filled with chaos
Stability is unheard of
Greeting and parting in a short while
Blaming the enemy for acts so vile

“Son, always remember what they’ve done.
We must correct the past; our future is almost won.”
Son, don’t forget what they’ve won.
We must correct our past; our future is almost done.

Lost, abandoned, and orphaned, the boy’s empty soul.
“Son, it’s happened. He has achieved life’s ultimate goal.
Your father is a martyr. Maybe one day you’ll do the same.”
How do you know who is winning this hating game?

He sits gently upon the cold stair
Tormented eyes, baby face, mussed hair
Three years old, touching his daddy’s blood
Looking to the sky, hoping for the flood

“Where are you daddy, where have you gone?”
Did you really love him, or was he just a pawn?
Love, devotion, safety he craves.
Can his soul be saved? Or on his way to the grave.

“Son, I wish I could be there.
Some enlightenment I must share.”
Boy’s eyes searching the sky
“I hear you but can’t see you daddy. Why?”

“My son, I’ve erred, but you can change.
The notion of forgiveness may seem strange.
But it’s the only way to live your life.
Rise above all your nation’s strife.”

Boy sat still, head tilted to the sky
Great relief displayed in his eyes
“Daddy, I’ll always remember this victory we won.I’ll forgive the past, and my future’s just begun.”