Wednesday, June 3, 2015


They gave me ten minutes with my son.
Did I want ten minutes with this beast?
I should have flashbacks, giving my baby his feed, playing with him, fighting, losing, but there’s nothing.
Now, he is what he did, beheading (I recognized his voice in those videos), shooting school-kids, raping, bombing. I wanted to ask why, then. But, what he did means little to him, to his tribe, in the battlefields or the boardrooms, with no attachment.
I used to tell him science fiction stories, of robots taking over the human race. Did I tell him about humans becoming robots?
In his eyes, I see mine. If I can give up my son, why can’t he give up everything?

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