I walked down to the river
Just to watch a kid drown
I took a front row seat on the bank
Intent on not going down
I watched him struggle
Against the invisible arms of a mothers hate
I was hypnotized by the waters dance
As he went as limp as a fisher’s bate
His eyes stayed open
Clouded, distant and glazed over
Staring into mine as he sank further to the bottom
Joining all the others
His hands were tied
His feet weighed down
Her name frozen in his mouth
As I turned back around
So long have I seen his image
Every night plagued by his face
How would he have aged
If I had taken his place
But he never had a chance
Wasn’t given a choice
No second thought to the woman
Who took away his voice
Leaving him in the company of the millions
Who met the same dark end
Extinguishing a precious life
Before it had the chance to begin
Syl Vadar Community Member 
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