A Beach Massacre
The moonlight twinkled across her skin
As she held her breath and dove under another wave.
You could hear her screaming from quite a distance,
But her words were jumbled and confused.
Her heart was racing as she surfaced again,
Only to dive below the next wave.
Earlier, in a cove where the smaller sea fish often gather
Her family had congealed around a massive gathering of shrimp.
She had stuck close to her mother,
Fearful of being separated in the fast approaching commotion.
Her uncle and father called to the family
Giving out complicated directions and ordering everybody around.
Her mother waited for her command,
Darting into position around the south side
Blocking a seaward escape.
She was still a tiny thing, struggling to keep up
The sharp waves tossing her back and forth.
Her mother glanced in her direction,
And lifted her daughter up to the surface.
'It's okay, this shouldn't take long' mother said
As she jumped back to her place.
So she floated there watching the commotion.
All twelve of them had encircled most of the shrimp in moments
And soon all the shrimp were ensnared.
The moon had taken over the sky.
The current picked up and drove inward towards the bank.
The family was getting ready to travel back home
When 3 boats appeared on the horizon.
And soon, they were singing.
They sang so loud she couldn't hear anything.
'Quickly, swim to the sea' her mother was screaming.
Then mother was beside her,
Forcing her closer and closer to the singing boats
And throwing her into the under tow current of the bottom of the sea.
She was spun around in all directions trapped in the current
Until finally she broke free, quite a distance off shore.
She still heard the singing of the boats.
'Mother! ' she was screaming,
As she raced back against the waves,
Diving below the surface to conceal herself,
She found a net.
Stretched across the entire mouth of the cove,
And men in tiny boats were plugging along towards mother.
The singing had stopped.
Now she heard her father giving stark commands
And her mother screaming to her sister to get away.
She saw her uncle, the ocean stained red around him.
Knives cut through the surface tension
Gashing him across his back and throat.
They yanked his carcass up onto the boat
She heard him screaming, pleading, begging to know why.
Then gurgling, and silence.
They circled one family member at a time.
And cut in with knives and sharp weapons.
Killing them all one chunk at a time.
She watched her older brother as they dismembered him.
Her aunt chopped to bits, and her father captured in a net.
She watched him drown.
Her mother by now had taken advantage of the commotion and was speeding towards the net.
She may have intended to blast through,
But in moments she was endlessly tangled.
She approached her mother, knowing of nothing she could do.
Her mother, exhausted and stuck below the surface,
Turned toward her and said; 'I will always love you my child'.
Then allowed the water to fill her lungs.
She knew it was over now.
Her mother lay lifeless in a tangle of ropes,
And her entire family dead, or dying.
Pleading for life to deaf ears.
The entire cove was stained red.
It washed up on the beach and stained the sand.
Alone and small, she turned toward the sea,
She turned and she swam.
In search of a place where life
Is more than just a privilege.
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