the rythmatic soundA Poem by luvivathe sound that i grew used to the rythm that played along my song thats if life is a song
forced to join the choir that choir that i wouldn't have joined only if the choir stage was a few miles away from my village!
i ran, ran away from it all but no, my legs could not take me to safety no where was safe.. not when they needed more choir members to play the instruments thats if guns are instruments
i produced that sound.. it became the work of my hands forced to play the instruments when i didnt want to
i became part of it my destiny decided by the choir leader i was in no position to make my own decisions but follow those given by the superior my life depended on my willingness to cope
forced to kill my beloved ones only to apease themselves they laugh as they see me shed tears not knowing what to do only 7 years old but carrying responsibility of a 30 year old...
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Added on November 5, 2012Last Updated on January 7, 2013 AuthorluvivaKENT, Gillingham , United KingdomAboutI am me... but further more, I am fundraising for TEARFUND a christian charity organisation working with local churches in deprived areas to create everlasting change. TEARFUND has patterned with .. more..Writing
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