Christmas Rebels (3).

Then the leader in a flash
Sent his bullet through my 
Pregnant wife’s stomach, 
Sending the bullet out of her 
To my little girl’s brain.
He was a killer glutton, for he turned to my 
Son’s brain, scattering it,
With his axe, making the brain 
Splash on my dazed countenance.
They swiftly and organisingly boundled me up
Amidst my confusion and helpless struggles,
They cut off the veins at the back of my fits,  
Leaving me in a river of blood.

Death claimed my home,
His weapons were the Christmas rebels, 
On a melancholic Christmas night.
My saddest Christmas ever.

THE END OF THE MATTER…..

By Charles Melody (Lightening Ink)
For all the victims in jos crisis.
Rest in peace.

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Phyllis Babcock

Date: 11/25/2010 7:46:00 AM

What a horrible Christmas that would have been. This is a nice tribute to all the victims who have died such a horrible death. I remember hearing a little about it but not a lot was said on the new over here. Was that the day your dad passed away? Love mom

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 11/24/2010 5:24:00 PM

Happy thanksgiving day, Charles

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 11/23/2010 2:14:00 PM

such violence and misery..... so sad words can't ever be enough.

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 11/23/2010 12:35:00 PM

Very nice tribute you have paid to the victims in jos crisis, Charles