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The Blind Child On The Hill
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2005 The blind child on the hill
sits and breathes to himself alone
he shuts his deep brown eyes
and wishes just to go home
He flinches at the sound of a gun
from just a little while away
he can hear it clearly
it's been going on all day
he fears for his brother
the child without a name
they've taken away his mother
and used her in thier game
he rubs his torn up hands
and feels the damage done
his fingers feel broken
and his soul now weighs a tonne
a cry of a distraught mother
somewhere in the near but far distance
brings tears to his wounded eyes
as she begs and pleads for assitance
what could he and they have done
to deserve something so unjust
and the only thing in thier defence
is to run, accept no mans trust
As the LRA rebels ruin thier homes and possesions
and rape the women with no mercy to be seen
they teach the children uneeded lessons
on how to slaughter thier own with no sins to redeem
The blind child on the hill
sits and weeps to himself alone
What will become of him
and his once so happy home?
He senses the night come in,
his skin no longer burns
the harsh rays from the sun
have left him red and hurt
He curls up on that lonely hill
and takes in the cool-ish breeze
he's wounded and left to die
He dies alone and hurt... But free.
MEL! WHY ARE YOU PUBLISHING MY LIFE STORY ONLINE!!! do u have NO heart???!?!?!?!?!? IM SEXY! u missed that out..IM A SEXY BLINK UGANDAN KID WITH A CAMERA!!! TIMMY!! luv ya!!! xxxxxx
Great poem Mel,
There is some definate anger within the child that would not have been seen by the LRA but if so, would have been very interesting to reveal.
I loved how the through the boy we can review his life as he remembers and not through a 3rd person. It's from him so everything is so much more believable...
Im not familiar with the situation in Uganda but from reading this i can see that it is not a pretty sight, but at the same time, a great event in the eyes of a poet.
7/10 Cudos