Childhood’s End Amos Gideon Greig
I was 7 and a half When I lost my Childhood.
I had many friends My closest was called Peter.
Your actions turned him Against me, my family My religion.
Home became a prison School a place of fear.
You who embraced anger Stoked the fires of Hatred Used violence to give yourself a voice.
I was 7 and a half your deaths stole my childhood My home, my friends.
Only now at 35 can I look back And realize that was the beginning 13