Until he was...

Was inspired by a story of this kid from the other side of the world

He was nice
At thirteen years old
He was wise
Like a businessman, he was mold

As he dives those dark pooled blood
My heart shrank and cried
How many people were buried in the mud?
How many people have died?

I asked, and he replied
"I want to get out but I can't"
Lifetime on the backside
He sought, he fought

Until he died...