the child was born mid-autumn

22 October 2022, 5:23 PM
The child was born mid-Autumn,
Like Jasmines in a moonlit garth
In times of darkness and gloom
He was a shine that ablazed our hearts
His heart had great love for people
Eyes couldn't bear the sight of injustice
A face that would glitter with hope
In times of uncertainty, in times of crisis.
He was a candle that could kindle more to come
Share with the world many gifts of his
The loss is still too great to fathom
Him, how the world/we all would miss
They dimmed the lights one by one
Even this little candle that shined too bright
In the absence of the sun
The house was consumed by the night.
They shot him in cold-blood,
I wonder what did they gain
Were their hearts devoid of love?
Were they so, so inhumane?
May God grant him a spot in heaven
His soul was way too young
And may a tragedy never happen again
But if, for his sake, may justice be done.