Awakened by loud noises

Moon illuminating room

Tall gangly figures in flowing attire

Speaking in foreign tongues.


Pointing at us as if

Selecting from brood of chicken

For slaughter, cooking

And enjoying.


Long knives glittered

Long guns pointing at us

As executioners would 

I bolted through the window.


Windows always cracked 

For ventilation in the tropics 

Now a lifesaver

As shots rang out.


The night and my agility

Made them miss

My parents not as quick 

Were butchered as chicken.


Dawn eventually arrived

Bedroom became an abattoir 

Intestines, body parts strewn 

All over the room.


What type of human

Would kill a fellow human 

And carve up the body

As if for grilling?


Terrorists disguised 

As herdsmen 

Who want your land 

For their cows.

2 thoughts on “TERROR.

  1. They are blood suckers whom have sold their hearts to the devil. They drink blood and feast on flesh.

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