Survivor

Ashes of the charred corpses

Settle and

If you have just been singed

Go in and nurse you burns

When normalcy returns

Would she recognize

The place she had only left?

These houses

Bearing our childhood memories

Weep and crumble

Squeezed by the hands of a destroyer

These stores torched to ashes

Years and years of accomplishment

Gone out the window

My daughter’s playground is empty

Lissome Bukky staggers

Who knocked off her comely gait?

A private garden has been trashed

Not by one

They took turns.

Ear piercing guttural wails

Startles the silence

It is a heart inundated with pain

Calling to God

Wondering if he hears

Hundreds gone in unmarked tombs

A handful survive, left in a world perverse

With only stories to tell

What do I make of this blackened field?

Is the fate of the survivor

Only to tell tales?

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