Hello Assassins
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Hello assassins
Did you sleep well?
Did you dream sweet dreams?
Of flower petals and beautiful
meadows?
Of children's laughter and cheerful celebrations?
Did you lay your head on your pillow
and stretch your feet?
Did you yawn and seek a comfortable
position, grateful for a job well done?
Surely you don't recall the sound of
bullets
Of windows crashing like hail stones
on the soil.
It poured like rain, except It was not
colorless and It was not rain
The ground soaked It up.
Yeah, I bet the screams are a distant
memory.
The talk about town? Nah! It's just a
wave, it will soon be over. Life will get back to normal. All the media houses
and social buzz will die down and then you'll get on with life right?
Why the sudden jerks? It's just a door
closing - a force of the wind. You constantly look over your shoulder, why?
That man's not following you, he just happened to look in your direction.
Run, run, run! Run far.
Hide. Hide in your secret location.
Hide in plain sight.
Oh! But You, will not leave you. You
will never leave you.
Torment, hallucinations, sweat, fear,
dread - constant companions now and always.
This is just the beginning.
"The Lord said, " What have
you done? Listen! Your brother's blood cries out to me from the ground."
© Mary Ongwen March 20th, 2017
A poem in memory of Assistant Inspector General of Uganda Police - Andrew Felix Kaweesi, body guard Kenneth Erau and driver Godfrey Mambewo
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