Life, interrupted

Life, interrupted

A Poem by Thecreekdontrise
"

third world country's eyes through a poet

"
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Sand

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 Thecreekdontrise


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Sadly breathtaking, hurt anger hopelessness death all in ruin.
Brilliant writing on such tragic atrocities....

Posted 14 Years Ago


One day peace will rule, let's just hope someone's alive to know it...

Posted 14 Years Ago


devastating what mankind has wrought upon his brothers~ a powerful and moving brutally poignant poetic that takes the reader head on and makes him/her see the casualties of war in three dimensional anguish~

Posted 14 Years Ago


the atrocities , the hopelessness , the turmoil , all felt ..

Posted 14 Years Ago



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