APS Attack

A usual morning in the last of Year
Trees and skies were as usual clear
Surrounding was hidden in white smog
Channels were about to write new catalog
Clean shoes and uniform to wear
Getting ready without any fear
Burdened bag at the end of term
Was on his Way with belief, firm
Without knowing about the last farewell
Walked away smiling, The Little rebel
He was too Young for shells to hear
Poor little was someone's  dear
White uniform turned into red
Blood, bodies, every where spread
Actually he wasn't so brave
Not so Young, So in a grave
Poor,little, ambitious soul
Resting in peace, burying his goal