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