Life, interruptedA Poem by Thecreekdontrisethird world country's eyes through a poetSand
Rocks the soccer ball being kicked. the laughs of the children, that play with it The elders and parents that sit. under the tree They've lost much they say this is all they have they too have lost many their ... mothers brothers sisters children .... this is what they call a death sentence needing your help but you dare point a finger, which is all you can ever do and point out their inconveniences. As You never support them the screams the gun fire, hurry they are coming! they hide in fear. as the little boy cook stands there and see's in black and white the red blood of his grandmother the white noise of his mother screaming shes being raped in their hut the white flags his people want the black shots of death.. see his grandmother on the ground marks from the mens knife the chaos of his people as he looks back at what was only forty five minutes ago he wonders what happened! ? how can they do this! ? The village getting smaller and smaller he sees the men that killed his people, and burned his neighbors. down this is what he calls being saved this is. all He knows now this is what he calls .... A Soldier Boy who is lost wondering if his friends made it out this is .... life Interrupted © 2010 ThecreekdontriseReviews
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4 Reviews Added on September 12, 2010 Last Updated on September 12, 2010 AuthorThecreekdontriseOHAbout28 Returning to give you the raw trauma And therapy I only know how to expell through my words. more..Writing
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