My Heart Is Bleeding
Just like blood oozing from a wound
Like water springing out of Chimanimani springs
My heart is bleeding
I got scared after seeing what they did
My heart is still beating faster
Like the traditional drums
Pum pum pum !!!
Just like the millet being pounded
Pounded by a black African woman
The horror still playing in my mind like drama
The whole scenery becoming more and more vivid
Their shining matchets they used
Cutting his body into little peices
As if they were cutting a chicken for supper
Not even caring their devilish act
What his mother was going to say or feel;
They never cared
Only their glutton they couldn't stop
Wanting more and more as if they were prostitutes
Resulting in a catastrophe
Because of their rapacity
Failing to quench their greediness
Disguising themselves as angels
Whilst hiding the blackness of their hearts
Taking away the innocent soul
Too young to die
Shattering all his future
The bright future that awaited him
It is now like a myth or fairytale
Once upon a time, he was with us
My heart is still bleeding and beating
Copyright © Rachel Muranda | Year Posted 2020
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