Envisaged Horror

Of owls and bats were no more; the night of the morning
Became silent with spiteful horror sensed at far with shocks
And fears greeted with silent moment
The aura doomed with panics and pangs.
Leaving in four apartments of long adjourning with rooms
And parlours each; a square land with no perimeter fence.

Shaggily awoken with brothers in a bedroom parlour from the bed mat in the east of horror brothers! Move on! Move on brothers the morning
Came no more as it was, horror is here today with giants boots, with the militia friends
Doomed with smoke; Wellington blissfully wrapped with chaos of signals with abnormal heats of sounds from the militia graft us from a deep sleep of slumbering;
The morning was sad and strange with the sun slept not to wake no more with its
Shining like a golden colour glittering like an ankle arm
Friends of the militia greeted the morning with heart breaks of boom! Boom!
Birds of bullets flying the air with hot heats of fragments hunting lives and
Properties; homeless we are!

The brunt of burning houses swept all like ants walk, with questions asked for settlements.
Blood washes ferociously with corps buried corps with no sermon officiated
By clergies; dust to dust, ash to ash, now flesh to flesh, blood to blood dogs sympathised with fleshes buried in flesh with flies singing
Corps which fleshes buried in flesh of blood, mourn by maggots
Fried arms with hot lead of oil pains the heart; amputated limbs with profuse blood
Left in no use; refuge in a swampy island left feet with scars
Of wounds; thy feet step in marks faster than Robert in a swampy sandy quick land.
Feet in mud of boots like matching as to war in battalion.

Deployment in the forest land in cold rough atmosphere with monsoon unexpectedly came in horror times of the bullet birds in an island of warriors
The night came gently in a moment of reservation; with all tribes
Praying for sanity and comfort, Nine days jungle with no food left faces
Shrink and shrunk sounds of the militia friends came in chaos in confusion
With no hiding place left; the last straw that struck the camel’s back
With a pampa board boat that profusely hosing out water in danger
Prayers raining down like termites strike from wood it all anchored well

The noisy city of Freetown became calm; safer as we are. The thirst
For power envisaged horror for sparkling stones with blood;
Exchange for arms that killed innocent souls of our land
A war senselessly fought in a decade of horror, has left tears to rain
Down homes, bodies rot, soul gone justice came to seek justice
In a special court try them for their acts of horror and burry them
With justice, but we still mourn the departed God bless this land
Tears no more but we mourn to be mourning for scars
Which can’t be wipe

by Mohamed Thoronka

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