Men are dangerous, unkind, they come to kill, not to live.
They eliminated my entire tribe. I am the only survivor.
It is up to me to live for my mother, my father, my sisters.
I move from hut to hut, staking out new gardens, a step ahead
of the enemy.
I speak to no one; my friends and relatives are gone.
These others are different than me. I fear them, so I carve my
death sticks, and I wait, listening in the dark for their breathing.
They are treacherous and dangerous. I stay to myself, seeking out
no company from these foreign devils.
I need no communication or help, and I give them no trouble.
If they come for me, they are going to get a surprise. I am ready.
I know how to defend myself; and I am armed and dangerous.
Some have yelled at me in foreign tongues. I am silent, waiting,
watching, listening, but not in fear. Ready to combat.
I am no newcomer to violence. They annulated my entire tribe.
I wait in my slumber nest, above the trees, with my ears open
even when my eyes are sleeping. Men are dangerous, unkind.
They come to kill, not live.
Categories:
annulated, war,
Form: Narrative