Spare Me

Spare me,

A penny; begs the human being,

Who life has kicked to the gutter.

As you pass by aloof…

And under your breath

A curse mutter.

Spare me,

Cries the little girl as the being

She understood protects her

Acts not as a human being

As her innocence…

Is shattered.

Spare me,

If not for me for the one within

Begs the soon-to-be mother

Even as the darkness gathers

After the air by a boom…

Is shattered.

Spare me,

Cries the old woman

As they slowly advance towards her.

Brandishing their pangas

Short sleeved or a long sleeve…

They ask in laughter.

Spare me,

I’m too young to take a life or be a soldier.

Why do I have to fight…

For something I do not believe in.

I want to learn to use a pen not a gun

And play, not rape, for fun.

Spare me,

I got mouth to feed

And others that rely on me

Someone and places to be.

People and dreams coming true

To see.

Spare me,

Not with gold nor with silver.

Neither with time nor with love.

Spare me but a thought:

What would you want me to do…

If I were you and you were me?