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A Poet,A Survivor,A True Story

by Vanguard-Poetry23

I'm not a writer trying to share a story, I'm a survivor telling you a true story. I'm not just a poet having fun and living, I saw bad things when I was younger. That was when things were harder. when women and old people were helpless and young people were hopeless. It was that time when good parents were powerless to protect their underage girls from rape and molestation at the hands of drugged-up child soldiers with bloodshot eyes. I did something other boys were too scared to do, I turned into a man and took survival into my hands. It was that time when men and women used the same place to bathe and go to the loo. I saw many many hungry people eating palm cabbage and wild grasses malnourished children and dying people. I saw hands chopped off with cutlasses. I saw thousands of families separated and fathers killed or incarcerated. I saw silly young men pick up arms and chopped off people's limbs like hideous things were their aims. I saw really bad things and cried to God for wings like an angel to fly away because I saw no other way. I saw people running to God and getting murdered in his church. I don't know, but he didn't say a word It's like He just sat down and watch? I saw bad things I planned my escape from poverty, from a war-torn country. It was that time when your parents, who come from the same generation as I, were looking up to their mom's for breast milk. It was that time when no one wore silk, it was a time of fear,it was wartime. It was that time when bullets determined eating time and bedtime. It was that time when pretty boys had nothing in their wallets. It was that time when PYJ ate dinner and played gospel on his guitar like he was our savior and not a sinner. © IvanBrooksPoetry 12/9/2018
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Vanguard-Poetry23
50 / M / Norway
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Written by
Vanguard-Poetry23
50 / M / Norway
Published
Sep 13, 2018
Time
3m
Notes

This is about my bad wartime memories from my war-torn native Liberia. This encompasses mere poetry,it's a true story of the hideous crimes committed by young drugged up child soldiers commandeered by the notorious warlord, Prince Y Johnson(PYJ)..this is in essence, not a poem,it's an extension of the untold stories of the Murdered peoples of Liberia and women and girls raped and abused by this heartless murdered, still running free and enjoying impunity...it's for the most part, a poetic version of their cries ...This is a true story of the two hundred and fifty thousand innocent souls lost in my country...this a cry for Justice!

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#war#poetry#justice#liberia#awareness#women#girls
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