Shuddered

It was past midnight,

Dinner done, all asleep.

I woke up to a horrid sight,

To clamor and my parents’ weep.

I am only four,

Not much to understand.

We all cried some more,

For mercy we joined our hands.

A dozen men surrounded,

Insanely laughed and shouted.

Ma and Pa were beheaded,

Shrieked, as I was astounded.

Dragged outside into the cold,

I heard many distant bombs.

City shattered, nothing to behold,

These were men in satanic uniforms.

Shook me to instill fear,

As I cried bitterly, helplessly.

There’s nothing I could hear,

My mind went numb callously.

I wished to be killed,

Not be left behind.

They were so skilled,

They wouldn’t be kind.

I was thrown into some dingy cell,

Lying within walls with no roof.

Each day I rise but cannot tell,

Which day would mark my last move.

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