BATTLE CRIES

The hopeless eyes and tear stained horror of a fragile, far-away gaze. Where once, a sweet and happy child dwelt, till the innocence of life was erased. The tears have dried up, cried out with the pain on battered beseeching hands. Just sitting, bereft, in the remains of a life; in the dust of desolate…

THE FEATHER ON THE TRIGGER

It’s just a way of life said the man with the gun, you win it or you lose it and when all is said and done. But the odds and the favour can be tipped from over here by a warm winning smile from a boy with no fear. They say that respect is a…