Cries of a Nation Arielle
I
LaGuerre
slowly saunter on the African ground.
My
face full of red dust.
Carrying a young corpse,
Two
my tears wash
it.
young, bare children hold forcefully to
my
dress.
Too young.
my
bloody knees.
I
fall to
I
look up at the conspicuous sun.
I
scream.
Why! Why! Guns are
fired
around me.
The screeching from Children
fall like
the
woman begins
to stab
my
ears.
leaves in the mist of autumn.
Beast and apprentices of the Devil ravage the town.
Grave smoke
fills
the heavens.
Grim dust flies ubiquitously. The other Doctors leave their stations. They yell for me to come. The helicopter waits to take us back home.
Away from Hell; this nightmare. "We must leave NOW!" They shout. I
turn.
I
lay the
I
stand.
body down slowly;
left to
be blanketed by Mother Earth.
The two young children stare up at me from 2 feet off the ground. With strength that I cannot acknowledge, I pick them up and begin to run.
Lively bullets rip past me; missing me by just a matter of inches. The children scream in fright. They still cling to my dress; looking deeply into my eyes. "We don't have enough room for those Africans!" yells the pilot. Rage fills my soul, and shines through my eyes. If there was any time for arrogance, this wasn't it!! I
pull the children onto the helicopter.
