Tell Me How Come Poem by Ivan Brooks Sr

Tell me how come your hearts became so cold
Like a chilly bottle of club beer in December
Reminiscent of the bloody dark days of old
Which most victims prefer not to remember.
Memories of a bittersweet yesterday
That was characterized by great pains
Inflicted upon us by coerced child soldiers
Who took lives and pulled hell curtains
Upon our helpless mothers, children and elders.
Oh small soldier, never will I ever forget
Your bloodshot eyes and your cold demeanor
Euphoric soldiers, I know you do regret
Especially since you took the Holy communion.

Tell me how come you so quick to forget
When you ruled the checkpoints and streets
Demanding your big brothers to genuflect
As you cooked your glaywee and buckwheats
Oh Freedom fighters, terrible were your deeds
The thoughts of which makes me remember
When we ate rationed unprocessed beer seeds
Reminiscent of that fateful day in september
Call it the day I died and came back to life
When I crossed over the mighty St. Paul river
Nursing my wounds, courtesy of your rusty knife
You used to wound me at the checkpoint in Po river.
Tell me how come you no longer remember me
Look at the scars stamped to my inner thighs
Is it because I no longer look the same?
Praise Jah for turning on the forgiveness lights.