Hi guys,
Today I’ll be sharing with you a new artwork i created recently using ballpoint pen and charcoal on paper.
————————- DESCRIPTION ———————-
He should be cradling books,
not barrels.
Yet war stitched his name
into the lining of this rifle.
A child—
eyes too young for vengeance,
arms too small for fate—
still bears the weight of history
like a curse he didn’t choose.
There is no playground here,
only dust,
the echo of lost lullabies,
and silence louder
than any shot fired.
——————- PROOF OF OWNERSHIP —————-
—————- THANKS FOR STOPPING BY —————
