My Auntie

My Auntie!

It was a grey and white somber morning,

All in bed freezing to hell, fighting the cold,

The clouds were coming together and tightening

I remember…

Auntie was then stocking her stove early

To warm us with tea and boiled pea

And for that we had been grateful barely

And suddenly…

We heard the helicopters flying overhead

Above our head, over the dark silver sky

So terrified we all went pink and red.

And then…

We all ran out to see what’s going

Just to horrify ourselves by those huge owen birds

None of us could tell what we were doing

And moments after,

Rockets came in hurry smashing into all the village

In wild fury warning us to run for our life

So we rushed to the nearby fields to escape their rage

Nevertheless,

Ahead of us from close distance beyond the fields

There came the “gallant” troops shooting blindly

Against their tanks and artillery we had no sheilds

I remember,

As the gunships continued to fire their rockets

Many of the villagers were falling, crawling and dying

But Auntie marched forth grapping us all

And then,

Blots of blood to cross, blood flowing like a river

Sickening cries orchesterating the massacre

The troops were coming lining up and busy as beaver

How terrible!

Amidst the tempest of fire the womb of death

Walking on the bodies of beloved ones

We kept on staggering in ever dying faith

And afterwards,

The heavy artillery and tanks intensified lobbing their shells

Scared, horrified and terrorized we all went astray

Having received the Death sent express mails

I remember,

Trapped between the gunships and the troops born merciless

We all gave in and the attack came to an end

They told us they were there to eliminate all our race

Don’t know why,

What triggered such contempt and cruelity against humanity

They pursued their prosecution of us the civilians

Many of us old or young were bound in cables out of brutality

Following this

We were all driven to the churcch, turned detention center

And were herded and stocked into a cell in the basement

Good enough to warm us and escape the chillness of winter

And the soldiers said,

“Welcome pigs, to the summer camp” and they laughed

“But women and children will soon leave the camp

Only men aged eight to seventy are not allowed”.

But all of a sudden,

My auntie was called for “questioning”

In a ranger pick-up tied behind in cables

Being beaten with rifle butts for no reason, for nothing

Moments after,

They told us to go out and form a line

Where we saw some died their tongues cut out

Some their ears cut off, under invited vultures to dine

Much more,

There were bodies whose heads split open with spade

After such exhibition, the gallent troops warned us

To obey and stay cool unless we wanted to join the dead

A day after

Auntie rejoined us in the basement her feet bleeding

Raped, tortured and beaten to hell, decorated in bruise

And every piece of her body was swelling

Not much longer,

Auntie streched her arms and closed her eyes

Then, she passed out just before the dusk

And we had to keep her body until sunrise

Now I tell you what,

As an orphan, my Auntie was everything

They made us apart out of inhumanity

And I shall live forever sad and mourning

On the other hand,

Leaders of the other world in luxuries conference halls

Might mount passive allegations of civilian executions

The Assault is done despite their late calls.

1998