Doesn't the scarlet hue painted across your countenance , torture your five year old mind? Doesn't your broken limbs and scarred temple weigh down upon your shoulders? Doesn't your body twitch in pain and vexation? Doesn't the agony make you cry out loud? Oh! I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I forgot that your small,credulous eyes , have ran out of water to shed, I forgot that your lips;dark crimson; haven't tasted the salt in your tears, I forgot that you were born to the sound of the mortars that spit and the drones that dance. I forgot that you've never listened to your mother's lullabies or to the clatter of the colourful toys, I forgot that you've never tuned in to bedtime stories of fairies and superheroes who fill your pot of wonder to the brim, I forgot that you've never had frivolous squabbles with your brother whose inanimate cadaver you haven't yet seen, I forgot that your childhood was drowned in the scarlet ocean,