The Family
It’s dark & silent on a starless night,
I can’t hear a sound, though try as I might,
a solitary moth feeds to the flame
as another patrol looms in this hollow game.
Our footsteps crunch on the gravel & sand,
as we find the family killed by “the man”.
He sent in his men to torture their souls,
destroy their being, their life, their whole,
their bodies splayed out, their blood up the walls,
showing their ending when his men came to call.
Mama lies curled up tightly down on the floor,
her daughter left hanging up on the door,
Gran she lies desecrated as they lost control,
& the men of the family prayed for their all,
but nothing could help them in their hour of need,
as the rebels they raped, tortured to bleed,
ending this family life as they knew it,
& trampling out history with each little bit,
a scene such as this one I’ll remember
as it’s etched on my heart within me forever,
I hope in their death they found some solace in peace,
as we buried the dead & their God will receive …