(Reposted from my blog “The quill of the phoenix“. Written in response to the heartbreaking picture by photojournalist Osman Sangirli )
Are you really going to kill me?
I really don’t want to die,
I’d rather run through the grass
And pretend that I can fly.
Are you going to kill me?
I really don’t want to die.
I have so much I want to learn,
So many things to try.
Are you going to kill me?
I really don’t want to die.
I promise I will be good.
I promise not to cry.
So please do not kill me.
I’m such a little guy.
I want to grow up someday.
I really don’t want to die.