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.