War Experience
I walked many days
Looking for a place of safety
My mattress on my head
No food and money
My feet rise like yeast
And my strength is fainting
Rebels shooting everywhere
Bullets on target
Bullet missing targets
My heart fills with pain
My eyes fill with tears
The road is crowded
Everybody moving to nowhere
Freight gave me his garment
No strength to move further
I gather dry leaves to sleep
And cold blanket me
Rebels patrolling every street
Ready to eliminate anyone
I hid in a tree
Watching every action
And ants visited me
Worried about my situation
Less rebels look up the tree
The ministry of angels I remembered
All the rebels went into deep sleep
And I walk freely into safety
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