A young boy stands on the top of a hill,
His kite is flying towards the snow-white clouds,
He narrows his eyes to better his vision,
Finally away from all the shouts.
As the kite comes closer and closer to the sky,
And the boy wishes on everything he knows,
To be flying alongside his toy, towards peace,
A place where true happiness grows.
Mother had dropped a porcelain plate,
Father had lost his control,
The boy desperately tried to help,
His father’s punch reached till the boy’s soul.
His bruised jaw matches the skin around his eye,
And the hand print on his mother’s cheek,
Seven years old, and he has seen more than he should,
Still, his father calls him dumb and weak.
He wants to fly, high above the cities,
To a place where none shout nor fight,
Somewhere where he can grow up in peace,
A place, where they have seen the light.
Chantal Lammerts
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-wants-to-fly-away/
