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Below is a poem I have written called “Tortured Soul” and I must warn that you may find some of it distressing.
As my eyes opened to start the day.
I was hoping by living here I would not have a price to pay.
I undid the covers and go out of bed.
Frightened and anxious today could be the day that I am shot dead.
I wanted a hug of comfort, I wanted my mum
I wanted her to hug her beloved son.
I ran towards her but was stopped by the sight of 3 men with loaded guns.
I squealed, I cried.
Basic human rights being so cleared denied.
“Mother mother” I clearly had shouted
Even from a young age their intentions I could not have doubted.
They grabbed her by the hair.
Like they did not care.
Dragging her out of the house and into the van.
It was all part of a sickly/cowardly plan.
I was taken also but I did not care.
The pain in my heart was for my mothers welfare.
2 separate vans we are now divided.
I wish with the gunmen we had not collided,
My mother I could not see, my mother I could not hear.
And for this I shed more then a few tears.
I never knew again whether our paths were to pass.
But I am hoping they would and very fast.