The Report Poem by kemurl fofanah

As im about to pen down this little piece of words, my hands are nervous, my eyes had literally swollen with emotional tears, my whole body seems to losses it balance only my head seems focus but it too keep going in and out of consciousness. I witnessed souls being tossed out of their bodies. I saw old individuals begging for their lives even when death tends to suite them. I saw my friends, over night transformed into a killing tool totally devoid of mercy. I experienced untold brutality at the hands of my brothers during our senseless civil war. For long this events had been buried within the depths of my compassionate hearts and mind. But the wake of this dreadful disease had rebirth these nightmares back into the surface of my daily memories. Oh God not again. My fellow citizens are dying, spraying about the country like a slaughter house been commissioned to honour a jew, Hindu or Muslim celebration. Pregnant women were left in pained to death at hospitals like jungle flowers because no test to confirm if they are free from the disease were present at that moment. Every other sick is now Ebola. I went to Liberia, it's as if i went into sorrows den. Stories of the after math of this disease had left scores of families totally wipe out of this world. Even some villages, only few souls were left to rebuild it population again. Orphans were like stray birds fly all about...this miseries are sickening my heart. I can't tell this story anymore....