Across the vast Serengeti
Stood a boy in the middle between the lands of the rosette
A boy with obsidian eyes
Who had many times heard his family’s cries
A boy so young
Yet given the power over the lives of people whose songs will never be sung
He stood there with a gun on his back
As he stood looking over bodies in sacs
And a knife at his hip
And like many other times his hands shaked loosening his grip
He turned away shutting his heart
His resolve clear in his eyes
Because if he faltered… if he faltered
Then his younger brother would be martyred
And so he turned and marched on
Wishing for a life which is not so abscond
And then on the final day… the final day of his judgment
When he was shot and left for dead
He cried…
He cried for his dead parents
Parents that he had been asked to kill
Because of a general who threatened his siblings still
He cried for his loving sister
A sister who was raped and made to suffer
He cried for his brother
Who lives on his and suffer like none other
And then he cried for himself
A worthless boy who couldn’t protect what’s his
And he asked god why?... Why must his people suffer
Though the answer did not much differ
He closed his eyes for the first time
And slept without worry
For he knew his time in the world was over
And he could do nothing more if ever.
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wow!!!!Fantastic poem!!!! You xefinetly have my vote
Thank you!!! 🙏🏻