Witch Hunt

Barrel against the back of his neck
He knew we weren't kidding
Searching through their private rooms
Looking for the forbidding
Packs of Batteries spools of wire
Remotes for TVs and toys
Collections of broken cell phones
Making interstatic noise
Flies are crawling on the ceiling
An oil lamp chokes the room
Musty draperies hide the windows
poverty atmospheric gloom
Loved ones cower in the corner
Fear controlling their minds
Trembling with haunting terror
for what we might just find
It's just another witch hunt
Like the ones before
I've gone numb to everything
I can't feel anymore
I'd reached a state of darkness
One one should ever know
One day I'll leave this wretched place
But I'll never go back home

Author's Note

Batteries, wire, remotes, cell phones. Used to make IED's (Improvised explosive Device)

Reviews

[Marie]

I understood from the begining. You do what you have to do.

[Baby Ricochet]

Yes we did. Thank you for the review

[Lucien Maier]

very deep, really well done pulling the reader into the situation

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you

[Carolann Dowsett]

To become numb and reach a place of darkness that no one should ever know. What a torment to your soul. I hope you are able to one day feel again and that the images of death clear from your mind. Another too real, powerful write.

[Baby Ricochet]

thank you

[Frieda P]

Gah, I liked it better when you didn't have your laptop Baby, too bloody real, sent chills down my spine. Can't imagine that you could ever go home after that....

[Baby Ricochet]

thank you

[Inda]

Great piece and the last line is full of such power and honesty!

[Baby Ricochet]

thank you

[Richard Man]

Only imagination and sensitivity and wisdom can really clean out your own locker room. For what it's worth I am with you.
From a literary point of view this is very well written and the deeply ironic last line says it all.

[Baby Ricochet]

thank you

[KeeD]

Really good write, I like how you relate the story to us, it's like we're on the with hunt with you, trying to find these explosives and the people who make them in their sad and somewhat scary environment. It's a first hand journey of what goes on in the duty of a soldiers life and his experiences on and off the field and to be taken through these experiences through poetic expression is fantastic. Thank you baby, good write!

[Baby Ricochet]

thank you keegan

[KAOlmsted]

I had one foot out the door of the cafe, but happened to see this on my way out...backed up...clicked. Immensely glad I did. I do so love my Baby fix before bed. And this is exceptional...I forgot, really, how good you are at the art of story telling in your pieces. Sure, we all get a good chuckle at the silly stuff, but this part of your personality cannot be ignored when you write so powerfully of your experiences. Thank you so much for sharing this with us, Baby.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thanks Kimmer.

[KAOlmsted]

My pleasure. Good night.