In his name

Inside my country, in my state, in my city, in my home that is my world and everything is done in his name. Nobody would believe the atrocities that I have been subjected to in my time here. It is why i had to leave, flee really, faster than how water can shoot out of any crevices at its disposal and I was gone. There is no childhood in my world there is only learning about previous acts done in the name of, and future actions to be taken in his name. From the first moment i started to create and retain memories its all chaos a Blur and i think most people would say it was because i was young and its scattered in my head but its much much more frightening than that. I remember it perfectly the smells of burning flesh and dogs that don’t even begin to resemble their name because of the abuse and malnutrition they’ve been subjected too. The constant film of dust and smoke that never quite left the air as if someone had a machine set on the lowest setting to never really let you feel at ease. That at any moment whether it be when you’re walking home from the market or just outside playing if you happen to be lucky enough to not be raised in the war zone which was almost everywhere on my world. Bullets could ring out or bombs could go off and if you weren’t injured you acted as if it was the norm like someone is just going about the usual tasks of their day. Again we are taught in school in my class of only the kids who are able to make it to school in a war zone that it is all done in his name the one we serve above all else. The irony is that all this education is completely irrelevant to us because if youre able to sit still and focus anywhere for periods of time you were already blessed with a sense of security, though it was false there wasnt really a difference in my world. We didn’t learn anything of use because we had all the possibilities that the majority never did, learning that we leveled half of a city in his name, mind you half of a city that was so far away from where we lived that even if they took the whole thing we wouldn’t have even felt a change in the air wasnt going to help us if we ever were in that situation. The kids who at 9 years old are getting whipped in their hands for not holding a weapon the correct way and pumped full of drugs so that they can go and hopefully shoot more than they take. The ones who know to wait until they here 30 shots from an ak before running to safety but not making it because they forget about the one in the chamber, thats what is relevant to their world and hopefully never to ours. I had to leave because my world, my city my state, my country was so disillusioned they actually believed everything they did was done in his name. Gods name. But this isn’t gods country, its my fathers, and he hears no prayers.