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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