The Unrest(Wars and Battles)

"If I could turn back the hands of time, I would do all I can to prevent these wars"

It was another beautiful day in the village.

Life was as good as it could have possibly been;

A bountiful harvest had just been gathered,

The village's chief's daughter just given out in marriage,

The setting sun cast its crimson light across the horizon,

And there I stood with my friend bickering.

She had been my bestie from the onset.

You know! Those people you have a connection with,

That really know you but still love you anyway.

We were enjoying the peace and quiet,

A little too much until calamity struck.

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The sound it produced as it whooshed past chilled me to the innermost parts of my bones.

The heat it emitted, a subject for another discussion.

I was still in confusion as to what it was,

Until it collided with an obstructing tree,

Making the unsuspecting thing go 'ka-boom'.

Excitedly, I turned towards my bestie

Hoping to find out what it was since she was the brainiac,

But i found her in a pool of her own blood

Having been decapitated by that 'piece of destruction'.

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I stood in horror as I stared at her,

Quietly looking into her once very beautiful face.

I stood so still I could have passed for a statue,

If not for the tears that silently fell down my cheeks.

I couldnt get myself to do any other thing,

The only sound i could hear was the frantic thud of my heart as it threatened to give up on me too.

I was not even roused from my state of stupor,

As the stocky woman ran down the road screaming

"Air strike! Air strike!!!"

The city around me was already in shambles,

The fires leaking hungrily at all they came in contact with.

The once beautiful land; the pride of the east

Reduced in seconds to nothing but a smoldering mess.

Over a month ago the unrest began,

With the monotonic voice of a newscaster

As he read out the edict passed by the head of state;

The one that prohibited our independence.

they called us myopic and insecure,

Said we won't last a month without them.

"Can the blind lead the blind?" they asked

Through the mouth of the newscasting puppet.

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In return the ogas above us responded by badmouthing them as openly as on news stations calling them names i wont bother to write.

They went as far as killing a few of their brothers and sending back to them their genitals-

An indication of what was to happen if we were not freed.

Little did we know that they took it to heart,

And that we had sealed our death certificates in our blood.

They did not retaliate immediately, not until we thought we were safe.

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They came at us from all angles,

launching assaults as a mighty avalanche.

They came to us disguised as emissaries of peace

While we did not know they were demons of hell.

They walked through our land in the cool of the day,

Bringing with them the darkness of the night.

Death and destruction they left in their wake,

We were too unguarded to defend ourselves.

"It was a massacre"- is what it was!

They left our streets reeking of corpses,

Turning our neat roads into nests of vultures.

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As I run after my mother amidst the catastrophe,

Images of my best friend flitting through my mind,

I have come to an unshakeable conclusion

"It was not worth it; not at all"

If only the powers that be had let it slide

had taken their cues while they still could,

We would not be in this mess now

Would not be abruptly plunged from celebrating to mourning.

As I hide in the underground alley

I curl into myself and the sobs finally break free

Coming out in short staccato rhythms.

The flitting thought comes to rest in my mind;

"If only I could turn back the hands of time..."

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