Remember what you told me, <br /> to be patient and hopeful for tomorrow <br /> but when i look into your eyes, i see <br /> you dying slowly of the sorrow <br /> and when i fawn you for the courage and dreams <br /> that you saw in me in 1994 <br /> when blood thirsty rebels scream <br /> at us in Ganta and Logahtoe <br /> you reminded me again <br /> this time to be strong and committed <br /> but when i call out to you, it was in vain <br /> how could i know you were frustrated? <br /> <br /> Even at the point of death <br /> you still told me to keep my head up <br /> as war lords bomb this part of our earth <br /> scattering us with hate and love <br /> that morning of April 6,1996 <br /> we ran from the bullets, like the hen and it chicks <br /> rancorously as they hid under her feathers <br /> in swamp, bushes and under gutters; <br /> Oh! I remember you calling my name <br /> as i turn i heard the sound of the guns <br /> and things were never the same <br /> from that day in the lives of the old and the young <br /> on April 6, Morning, in every house <br /> we cry and witness the blood on the streets <br /> of Monrovia from ground to the sky <br /> as we beg for peace on our kneel.. <br /> <br /> And that was April 6,1996<br /><br />Madison M Cammue<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/april-6-1996-i-remember-uncle/
