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...
Copyright © Mafata Dunbar | Year Posted 2013
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