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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Blooming From Roots #2 of 3 I run as fast as I can run. I'm frightened as can be. A lady grabs and picks me up - her arms protecting me. I'm wailing as she runs to hide among 'da bush' and trees. I hear the chaos all around now bent low on my knees. I soon think it is safe enough for me to run away - but I will be forever scarred. I won't forget this day. For years I live with others, my makeshift families - but oh, the torture I go through is more than man believes. Such sin conceives atrocious things, but that does not compare to all the things they make me do. It's way too much to bear... I lost my friends and family. It simply makes no sense! I cannot find a peaceful place. I lose my innocence. I bounce between the villages to find a life of peace - but trial after failed trial, the sadness doesn't cease. Then once again, it happens! And this I can't endure! The rebels come in shooting! No village is secure! I pray that they will go away. My heart is beating hard. I hide again inside 'da bush' - emotionally scarred. I try to hide the best I can with rebels coming near - I hear the bushes moving and an angry voice I hear: "We know you're hiding! Come on out, or we shoot again!" And with those words they fire some more - a terrorizing sin. A bullet hits my ankle. I quickly take my top -. and tie it 'round my ankle - for it is all I've got. And then I try to flee again. There's no way I can stay. My left hand holds my ankle as I try to run away. I hear something familiar. I look up to the skies. A helicopter nears the road! A sight for weary eyes! The emblem proves it's friendly. The bright 'red, white and blue'. I run as fast as I can go. That is what I must do. I hold my bleeding ankle and I also try to run. My former top is soaked with blood. My last dash has begun. I cannot stay and that's for sure - to left and right, I glance. I look out through the clearing. This is my only chance! (continued on "Blooming From Roots #3 of 3 -true story poem finale) ©2012 louis gander / www.ganderpoems.org
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