Friday, April 3, 2009

WAR !

Hi Lica girl.

Yes, I saw the baby you are cuddling

But, age 14, I still think you are a girl

Although you are a Mum

But you don’t know

Who is your baby’s father.



Maybe the one

Who had a scar cross his face?

Maybe the one

Who had one eye?

Maybe the one

Who only had one ear?



Yes, your baby same as you,

Never had a chance to know

Who is the father!





Oh, only one night

One night, only enough time

To Have a dream.



That was a big evening –

Harvest celebration evening.



I heard guns shouting

People shouting,

Kids crying…

I thought it was just a dream

but this dream was too long

When I wake up again

I saw the bright sunshine

I am lying on the ground

Without my yellow dress on

Blood cover half my leg

I realise it was not a dream.



I've been pulled out of my hut,

Mum’s screaming

Fires burning in the all the crops

Neighour's been shot

brother's been taken away

Men jump on me,

one after another





It was not a dream.

I crawled back to my home.

No, it can't be

can't be I get lost

The place I called home for 13 years

Now is not there!

My hut not there!

Who, who is lying near the

burned ground?

Oh, Mum. Mom!

"Wake up! Please!"

Mum, you always keep us clean.

Why are you lying on the floor?

You hold my yellow dress

You did try to protect your girl.

But the bullet stopped you.

Mum you love to be neat, clean,

but why you have so much blood?

What ever I wiped, it just keeps

coming out?



Mum, why? Why?

Only one night

Only take one night.



Make me homeless

Brother been taken

to fill up their lost

Mum get shot

From trying protect her kids

Mum, you don't stop bleeding

Because you want to show

Your blood to this bright sunshine

To this world...

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