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.