Walk

So I packed up my bags

And I started to walk

But soon I met this woman

And she was crying a lot.

I raised a smile and I 

Tried to find out

What was the matter

If I could help her at all.

She pointed to a direction

That went up the hill

said her child is being held there, against his will.

She said they're beating him with punches and knives and sticks

Sometimes they even 

Use red bricks.

I asked her why and she replied 

He has pigmented skin

between black and some white.

I tried to console her

While came another man

He was with his own son

Holding his hand.

I asked him if he could

Help this woman in distress 

Her child is being held

By a wicked king in the west.

He said I don't have time 

I got things planned with my son

And he kept walking 

In the direction of the sun.

The woman wiped her tears

And said no one will care

Untill it happens to them

They won't see my nightmare.

As we talked 

to figure out a way

That same man came running

Our way

He said he wants to help

 And he did not understand what to say

 Because the wicked king in the west 

Took his son away.