The screams of my people in the spirit of my ears
The smell of sweat in my nostrils mixed with my people's darkest fears.
The heart of a warrior, the village defender
My heart dropped from my chest is all I remember.
My soul set on fire when I finally awakened
Seeing Mother being raped, Father too had been taken.
Trapped in a new type of darkness over took my strength and mind.
I cried out to the Gods when the newborns began to die.
Held by unbreakable chains at the bottom of a boat.
We held hands one last time, sacrificed and all slit our throats.
© Adrian Avery