Men have fought battles at night
Others have dug trenches to hide
Women and children ran to the hills
For each one of them a way to be a live
To each one from you the reason to die .

Two rivers away came the screams
One more is gone , many other to follow
It was not a dream , that one we know
You had visited the village
To claim another life .

You have no shadow that we could track
You have no relatives that we could tell
If you had eyes
Sufferings of the oprphans
Would move you to tears
Cries of the widows
Would push you to a stop
The village witch would curse you to life
That we may see
What like is your nature .


Tiema Haji Muindi
tiemamuindi@yahoo.co.uk