Amani the peaceful warrior
A woman who risked her life
To save mothers and daughters from the notorious war crimes
Deep in the jungles of Congo
The continuing human rights violence
The rape, the discrimination and the children armies
The non stop crisis that seemed to worsen with each dawn
Amani the peaceful warrior established safety homes for the victims
Through varying trainings the mothers and daughters were taught farming, knitting, cooking, simple medical training, arts and crafts and many more
With counseling she gave back the victims the power they had lost
Their smiles grew, their hearts shone
A rose garden was planted to show this victory
And as the smiles grew, so did it
They heard of Amani and in one of her rescue missions, she was captured
Her hands and legs were tied
He said, "these hands have to go"
To humiliate her and her course
To destroy her and her dreams
But even as she left, her legacy lived beyond the pain and the torture.
*Fictional*
Categories:
trainings, africa, beauty, inspirational, peace,
Form: Free verse
I am a superior soldier and death is my mission,
my mission is death.
I have pledged allegiance
to serve my country and protect it against any foe,
foreign or domestic.
Death can come for me at any time
but my killer instincts and my instincts to kill,
will ensure my survival.
I have been taught obedience
and discipline and without them I cannot function
according to the chain of command.
Disobedience will bring me pain, but nevertheless
pain is something I have learned to befriend
‘coz in death I will feel no pain.
I take him everywhere I go and especially in combat.
my opponent could be a deadly adversary,
but I pray each night for strength to fight another day.
I’ve growned accustomed to the bloodshed
and my determination for victory
makes me the ultimate killing machine.
Because of my trainings, I have relinquished all fears
and must display courage in the presence of my enemies.
I am a soldier by nature and my mission is death,
Death is my mission.
Categories:
trainings, death, wardeath, me, death,
Form: I do not know?
My Very Best Was given to You
My very best
was given to you.
The information he have learned,
his powers he holds back through.
The memory’s we had
in our travels and trainings.
Slipping inside
Is always unnamable questions.
Happiness is to learn,
Of what kind of Information’s
That’s stored up all inside.
We shoot out the power source
Then everything turned pitch black at night.
We killed everyone then took our loot
We had another call by nightfall so the boats started, then was gone.
Categories:
trainings, dedication
Form: Narrative