Signs of Torture

Watch my back and see the red strips The red spots where the tongue of fire Tortured me in the midst of fear and anxiety Look at my face and see bruises done by no one Else than the kind cruel mortal strangers With burning fierce passion of wickedness They killed our brothers and sisters and Abducted our young girls to humiliate them and Ridicule our country in the face of the world. My legs wobbled and I cried every minutes With no one to look in my direction for care Under the oak tree we lay awake waiting Waiting for the destruction yet unfulfilled Fears built hut in our heart and love sounds stupid When are we going to die? Whose turn to die? Whose hands shall we die? Who would kill us all, by hand or bomb? Our bellies had dried up yet they see it not Our skins smell horribly yet they enjoyed it Watch the signs in my air, watch it Look back , back and front and behold our pains Our children are brutalized yet they were given bitterleaf Water to drink, drink with smile and joy The candle flame gone astray for they give us no light But the dryness could only be seen in our lips. Who shall rescue us from this inhuman? The messiah is yet to come with his archangel Are we all going to die before he comes? We need a little breathe of fresh air And the casting off those signs in us