On that day the sun rose a little late
Or so I thought
A dark cloud lazily sailed around it
Making the sun shine grey
Mama sent me to buy milk
Run child she said
You will be late for school
Dressed in my green and
Yellow colored collar uniform
I ran to the shop and…
Ho! The pain of loosing it
Three men entered me by force
I lay there crucified on the ground
Oozing blood from where they forced themselves into me
Having got whatever they wanted
In less than a minute they returned
Repeatedly they entered me
Mother told me I would be okay
When I came to in hospital
They had been burnt alive those three
A farmer saw them atop me
Called passers by and a crowd came
With stones and machetes they hit them
But as I was told this I said
They knew not their evil, Father forgive them
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A scenic write...but shocking scenes you provide...i would like to call this a movie poem...not forgetting to mention the imagination inside and bitter truths the poem present...congrats Kelvin...10