Sunday, 13 December 2015

At Night

 

 

Armed Soldiers swarm the garden

Scorching everything in its path

Our home infested

Bodies crawling, wailing

Wretched hatchlings of a better time

A red tide covers the floor

The neighbours trembling

No more than cockroaches

Scrambled in crevices

Torn between salvation and succour

Nobody breathed for an eternity and a half

Infernal nights

Bedevilled the country

Only fear and despair

Hovering in the sky

 

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