My Son Kidnapped
My Son Kidnapped
My story is thee only one I needed to write
one year In captivity underground me and my son
days passed by we were prevented of food & water
bombardments outside were heard, suddenly a militia ran towards my son kidnapped him to be killed running after him screaming his name I knelt to pray
Oh my God without him I will die show him the way to come back
sleeping on the floor one night I heard him call my name I knew he came
we held each other tight our tears had no end.
5/1/13
Therese Bacha
Copyright © Therese Bacha | Year Posted 2013
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