WHEN WILL THIS END

She was playing in the front garden
Her mother was reading to her
Suddenly they came
Killed some of them
Killed their mothers
Murdered their fathers
And mutilated the children
Left some of them orphans
They went away and we had peace.
Now they are back to finish what they started
In tears she knelt
She begged them to spare their lives
They destroyed their homes not long ago
She preached peace
Prayed ONE LOVE
But, no, they raised their swords and killed again.
Our fathers
Our mothers
New born babies
Now, she writes this in agony
The pain of the machete pierces her heart
She is weak from the struggle and has placed a curse on them
The cries of the innocent children
The wailings of the women
The loud moans of the people left to mourn


All CURSE YOU

MAY YOU HAVE PERSONAL EARTHQUAKE AND TSUNAMIS OF GREATER MAGNITUDE THAN ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD IN UR HOMES

MAY YOU BURY ALL YOUR CHILDREN
MAY YOUR GRANDCHILDREN ABANDON YOU
MAY YOUR GREAT GRANDCHILDREN SPIT UPON UR FACE
MAY YOUR HOMES BE A BATTLE FIELD
MAY YOU MOVE FROM ONE DISASTER TO ANOTHER
MAY YOU HAVE ILLNESSES DOCTORS WONT CURE
May the cries of the dead be a like a song to your ears,
May the birds of the sky refuse to feed on ur carcass…
And now as I place this curse upon you,
I shall now REST IN PIECE AND YE SHALL REST IN PIECES