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by Judith Bosire | |
Published on: Apr 18, 2003 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=1226 | |
I cuddled to the wall under my bed As a sound louder than thunder rattle the house Causing the utensils fell off their positions Maybe a strong earthquake. Then I heard screams from a far Getting louder with each moment Though strained with pain.....calling for help Then the crackling sound of breaking glasses I could hear the wailing sirens from a distance I ran out, scare to be trapped in the building Only to run into a body covered with blood With one hand off and a broken leg Groaning in pain Like a bull in a slaughterhouse Carried on a stretcher. Other bodies were covered on the ground with clothes Stained with blood all over Tears strained my cheeks Too scared to give a hand I ran into the nearby bushes and dumbly watched Blood, Blood, blood everywhere. I watched mothers witnessing the death of their children .....watching their loved ones breath their last breathe With broken hearts moaning the loss of innocent souls Letting he tears flow, to wash away the pain That the innocent ones have to feel That was when the realisation hit me The terrorists had done it again! « return. |