I saw them. I saw them and I heard them saying "chop! Chop of those arms".
Those animals in human skulls. Chopping of the arms of that little child.
Oh! Yes I saw them.
I saw them lynching him with guns metals and stones.
I saw blood oozing from his mouth and nose.
A poor man beaten to death.
In a dread full and awful atmosphere.
I saw them in the bush.
Illegally using their acrobatic pencils, against the acrimonious will of that poor woman.
I saw her bleeding and bleeding. They never had pity on her but continued this deed.
Until she was dead, dead and dead indeed.
I saw them running with their husbands, children and wives.
Running just to save their own lives.
I foresaw that they were going to be refugees
The sick the blind and the amputees.
All these years I continue to remember these scenes.
The fatalities and brutalities I have seen.
But one day, one Sunday morning,
I stopped mourning.
Hearing from the news that my nation has risen from this destruction.
There has been reconciliation and a fair jurisdiction,
And whatever the situation my nation will forever be my nation.
This is the message for my country Ghana.
There should be peace and harmony.
Because at the end of everything our nation will continue to be our nation
The horror of war has never touched me but your poem has spoken loud. Thanks Peace
lol, r u sure u saw all that u saw? ? perhaps u left behind something smooth. i heard u saw u saw and i see witness of war tnx for the inspiration
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
agree with Kelly (box below) I've sent a msg.. Blessings