Tenet

A Kalashnikov had become a part of his identity,

His dream of a book remained one,

The cherubic face was lost,

He was a mix of  tattered clothes and a gaunt expression, 

The consequences of going against the tenet,

The mere thought was terrifying.

Being a Somalian boy definitely came with a price.

 

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