Afolabi Muideen Poet Rhyme

Traumatic Experience

Here we hid when we heard
A knock strongly---a sudden clattered upon the ground
Everyone indoor shrieked, trembled
Out...     out.....      we heard
They separated males from females
Sans bother how small we were
They guided us to the boot camp field
Gave us lives and death train. Rubbed ours and
Their faces with slurry that as dark as ackee seed
Handed each with weapons. To mamas males were living dead
1939th of september to1945th of september
The days were long gone, but still remember
Told us show mercy to whom fall by your way you are dead
Victory it our goal. Words of venom and
Drug infused made our heart to strong as harden wood
Mansions become ash by fingers tamped
Animate breathless by stabbed
Stick. Raise countries devoured by swallowing lips
May the old and youth of this and coming generations
Not experience such; the heroes and
Heroines that go to rest nurture as cradle in right hand.



An interview with a veteran who happens to a victim.

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Njeri Hunjeri September 3, 2015 at 8:10 AM Another great poem from the great pen of yours. The wounds of war carried to passing times

Constance La France September 2, 2015 at 3:25 PM AM, such sadness to have to carry around for the rest of life, wonderfully penned, and thanks for visiting my poem, nature heals

Kp Nunez September 2, 2015 at 12:11 PM Strong images created in the mind of the reader. You have a way of narrating the story as if you were actually witnessed the sad plight of these people. Good one, AM!

Paul Callus September 2, 2015 at 10:11 AM An excellent write, Afolabi. Unfortunately we never learn. Atrocities that happened years ago are repeating themselves now, in various countries. We were meant to live in peace...love our neighbor!! // paul

Anne-Lise Andresen September 2, 2015 at 6:21 AM - Terrible luggage to carry on the rest of a life- A deeply moving poem, Afolabi - I wish you a lovely day - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Demetrios Trifiatis September 2, 2015 at 5:41 AM Experiences like that show the darkest side of Man's soul. Those people who committed such crimes were not humans they were beasts. A dynamic and provoking poem, dear Afolabi! Well done!

Andrea Dietrich September 2, 2015 at 12:37 AM my goodness, a terrible plight this was for them all. Thanks for sharing with us, Alfolabi. When you were giving the dates 1939th Sept. etc. I really was wanting to know the time frame of it. Did you mean it was in this year 1939 and ending in September also 1945, six full years later? Such a long time for this horror! Afolabi Muideen September 2, 2015 at 1:31 AM Yes Andrea, this horrible situation took six years one day, therein a lot unaccountable loose.... Lives, properties etc.... Hope the youth and old this of these days not experience such. Thanks for dropped by to read and comment...stay blessed........A.M.

Neva Romaine September 1, 2015 at 10:47 AM Hey Afolabi, stopped by for a visit. This is such a deeply sad and emotional piece. Filled with frightening imagery experiences. Excellent writing and expression. Well done! Be Blessed, Neva Afolabi Muideen September 2, 2015 at 1:17 AM Thanks so much for your pleasant comment I do appreciate it.......A.M.

Terry O'Leary September 1, 2015 at 10:44 AM The trauma pours through... very nice Afolabi Muideen September 2, 2015 at 1:42 AM Thank you for your friendly comment it is a lot appreciated.......A.M.

Daver Austin September 1, 2015 at 10:41 AM Those were days to forget. Love, daver Afolabi Muideen September 2, 2015 at 1:53 AM The histories of the world are not something to forget just like that, is it the heroes and heroines we should forget or the trauma the encounter? If those have been forgotten and history have forgot them also how will we and coming generation will know and learn from them... Thanks for dropped by to read and comment to my page.. Stay blessed......A.M.

Emile Pinet September 1, 2015 at 9:23 AM A surreal look at reality in all its guises. Your words speak with the power of fear and your mind set flows onto the page and we can commiserate with you. Emile. Afolabi Muideen September 2, 2015 at 1:27 AM I'm much pleased with your dropped by to read and comment to my page..thanks for wretch with.......A.M.