Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Only 2 Old Sages

Only 2 Old Sages
Two bookcases remain
Cajoled she donates
Read for your laps
A lap top of course
Slow but has light
Can be out of sight
Hours of reading
Many hours typing
Missing hard pages
           Only 2 like old Sages
Picture by Claudia Schoenfeld

Agony In The Congo

leaving,run to sleep in the bush
open air like an animal, lush

cannot tell where, I am hidden
whereabouts unknown, forbidden

some parents were tortured, told
death comes either way, so cold

my friends gone, taken from school
bodies are found, piled in a red pool

arms, legs, and heads, separated
nightly, young girls are penetrated

death screams through the night
searching daily, places in the light  

I am ten years old, no more class
churches burned, no more mass

both parents are dead, I have to work
girls gather firewood to sell, rebels lurk

found, trying to run, two men stand there
screaming, at me, wishing I’d disappear

trying to run, but I am held down, clothes off
both take turns raping me, hear them scoff

beaten with fists, bleeding, I have no motion
feeling warmth, hot blood flows, like an ocean

sensing someone is looking at me, screaming
my arms, legs have been cut, all black, fading

light appears, alive and agony, emotionless
I am no longer in the woods, I am motionless

someone brought me to a clinic somewhere
seeing people I am afraid, skin hurts from air

only have one arm, two knees, an elbow left
many days I could do nothing, so then I slept

soon I was moved to another place, with others
but none were like me, no fathers and mothers

others were playing, we all had some school
I live in a wheeled chair, finally, a good tool

everyday is not good, I have no legs & no arm
everyday beaten, by the other children, so harm  

I hate each day wondering about this long war
all my days in the Congo, no freedom, no door

food is very rare we eat once a day, how to get food
an older boy gathers wood to sell, he knows he should

tomorrow may not come, agony, I wish today was over
my daily beating will come as agony as children hover

*Research is from You Tube interviews when

Children of War Speak is searched.

These children are from the Congo where

life is suffered in daily fear and death

and tomorrows may or may not come.

I did not go into details of the sexual assaults

because I would have to put an adult rating

on the write and the website.

**There are child soldiers interviews also and

as I said some take a minimum of 3 years

just to adjust to safe neighborhoods

And are relocated all over the world from

the Congo of Africa and other parts of Africa

and South America.