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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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Date: 9/3/2015 8:10:00 AM
Another great poem from the great pen of yours. The wounds of war carried to passing times
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Date: 9/2/2015 3:25:00 PM
AM, such sadness to have to carry around for the rest of life, wonderfully penned, and thanks for visiting my poem, nature heals
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Date: 9/2/2015 12:11:00 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!
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Date: 9/2/2015 10:11:00 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
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Date: 9/2/2015 6:21:00 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 :)
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Date: 9/2/2015 5:41:00 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!
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Date: 9/2/2015 12:37:00 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!
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Date: 9/2/2015 1:31:00 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.
Date: 9/1/2015 10:47:00 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
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Date: 9/2/2015 1:17:00 AM
Thanks so much for your pleasant comment I do appreciate it.......A.M.
Date: 9/1/2015 10:44:00 AM
The trauma pours through... very nice
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Date: 9/2/2015 1:42:00 AM
Thank you for your friendly comment it is a lot appreciated.......A.M.
Date: 9/1/2015 10:41:00 AM
Those were days to forget. Love, daver
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Date: 9/2/2015 1:53:00 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.
Date: 9/1/2015 9:23:00 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.
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Date: 9/2/2015 1:27:00 AM
I'm much pleased with your dropped by to read and comment to my page..thanks for wretch with.......A.M.