War

War is a very bad thing, let me 
tell you. It does not only take 
away your family and childhood,  
it stole my hopes and dreams 
as well.

 For as long as I could 
remember, war was part of my 
history. Like music to my ears 
was gun shots waking me up 
every morning, reminding me 
that I wasn't wanted; dead 
bodies surrounding me, 
reminding me that life wasn't as 
important as i thought. Rebels 
shooting innocent people, 
killing, reminding me that 
justice was dead along with 
those. As long as I could 
remember war was part of my 
history. 

I remember walking 
from cities to cities, one country 
to another with big bags on 
my head. I remember looking 
for somewhere to sleep,  
anywhere , where the water 
wasn't full with dead bodies and 
justice still lived. Unfortunately 
there was no such place in 
Liberia because as long as I 
could remember war was part of 
my history...

waralliteration

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