Vi esta foto en CNN. Siete niños marchando hasta la despedida temprana de un amigo.
Comparto con ustedes unas palabras que les dedico a estos siete valientes.
I see my son, our sons.
They march to maturity,
Forced by the will of insanity.
I see my boy, our boys.
They skulk carrying the guilt,
of another man on their shoulders.
I see a queue, our queue.
Childhood’s long yet abrupt walk,
towards the farewell of innocence.
I see their sadness, our sadness.
For the absence of their friends,
who will be forever remembered.
I see children, our children.
Paying for our adult mistakes,
without anger or vengeance.
I see injustice, our injustice.
For we should be there, marching,
taking their place before violence.
I see the future, our future.
Hurt children that shall decide,
if their will is to heal us all.