P E A C E O N M Y M I N D.
On bent knees I gaze,
At the little village.
My home, the only hope we had.
As I reminisce in vivid pictures,
The calmness on the river,
The great mirror that reflected the beauty of the heavens above,
The interactions between the moon and the stars.
A second ago, the river was a man's reflection,
And when the rains come, it will dance the best.
In another split second, here I am watching one of the universe's greatest wonder in dismay.
Burnt woods that supported our structures,
Displaced farm tools and rusted axe.
Broken fishing canoes and torn fishing nets in my hands.
This is what the war has brought to us,
Dead fishes swimming in our river,
Our pool of blood.
Starvation and chronic hunger has befallen upon us.
Even in my unbalanced state, I can still hear the shouts, cry, and giggles of children and women from the market square.
Long before they robbed us of the only thing we knew; joy and togetherness.
A dreadful illusion in the forests of my mind,
Their souls were layed to rest,
To rest In peace.
Whilst we live our lives out here
In pieces.
Absolute dislocation of the once exquisite life.
As puzzled as I've become, I want to know if we are born only to experience peace after the drums of our heart stop beating?
-SEBASTIAN ASUEM
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