Better imagined, than have it replayed.
all in our houses, enjoying our lives,
laughing, discussing the family together.
it was 10pm and we've completed the day,
all plans concluded on how tomorrow will be.
Little did we know, that the Grave has called,
no knock on the door as unfriendly they came
a kick on the door, left us unprotected.
lie down, was the instruction
and first word they uttered.
we all went down, though not ready to sleep.
gunshots were sounding
like Christmas knockout
at the end, they left, with bloods everywhere.
sad sight for me, as my parents and brothers were killed, right before my eyes.
not just in my house but all houses around.
The Rebels were happy as they caused us these harm.
They separated our love
the separation was in pains
and separating forever.
if tears can be exchanged for blood,
I will provide the required tears.
But Death is real and forever they are gone.
we lived without parents in hunger and pains.
in humanity we survived but, not an easy life.
©nalaraba
N