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Tears Of Africa

Contributed by daylynn_van_wyk on Tuesday, 11th August 2009 @ 11:08:32 AM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry

He sits in a time machine
readying to see a pasts tale;
A curious soul seeking origin,
abandon comfort where tear drops fail.

In the silence of sadistic crimes,
souls yearn for freedom in swift death,
suicide is now a luxury to escape this untimely bloodshed.

A genocide clouds the sight of day,
whilst red skies rain coated tears,
raining upon littered corpses,
resting unhindged with worly fears,

Leaders enforce savagery to imprint fear,
planting a seed deep in hearts which oppose;
leaving the rivers to turn red,
bloodstained with forgotten memories it flows.

The U.N. watch behind angered futile letters,
letters which humour the masheties blade,
without help victims fall;
exiting life beneath this brutal shade.

A young boy escapes,
camaflouged beneath family bodies,
His witnessed deaths of over a million stories,
his happyness decays, whilst flies circle in glories.

The boy flees with death all around,
lifeless memories scattered upon the ground;
"animals bare greater sofistication", they say,
yet a survivors soul bleeds till present day.

Africa's wounds struggle to aimlessly heal,
for memories of dark times linger,
memories of bloodshed, revenge and anger.

Copyright © daylynn_van_wyk ... [ 2009-08-11 11:08:32]
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Re: Tears Of Africa (User Rating: 1 )
by spud on Tuesday, 11th August 2009 @ 01:56:14 PM AEST
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Very graphic, very emotional.
I would guess you're referring to Ruanda,
when the ''Civilised'' western world sat on
its collective hands.

If you escaped that, then I can only imagine your nightmares.

Well written.

Tommy

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