The War Poem by DOMINIC PREMPEH

Happily we lived, once
A resolvable misunderstanding, left to freely dance
Brought the war, those times
Guns shooting boom, boom, boom
Bullets flying whim, whim, whim
People beaten bam, bam, bam
That was the bloody scene

One could pack a scanty belonging
Dashed to the bush to save the breath within
Ate wild fruits as a regular cuisine
Slept on trees avoiding wild marauding
And snores without praying
Forgetting the situation
Which recurs the next morning!