My name is not important.
My life was short, yet I witnessed so much.
I was not a politician, doctor or lawyer, but I still had a voice.
You took that voice away from me.
I was only five when my life ended, yet I was happy.
As I lie here, wrapped in cool, crisp, white cloth, my body is still warm.
My presence can still be felt.
My father's hand comforts me as my existence ebbs away.
You pointed a gun at me and halted my breath.
What right did you have?
This fight wasn't fair. I was a mere child, my life was just beginning.
A tender spirit am I, but I am stronger than you'll ever be.
I am blessed with eternal life, whereas you'll burn for your crime.
You got what you wanted - I hope you're happy now.
(C)2009, NZ.