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Memories of a Boy Soldier

By Zaho92, Los Angeles, CA

Sudan, I can no longer hide my tears
Too many lives were shed, families destroyed
and homes still flaming, drowning the sounds of babies crying.

When I was little, I did not know
There could be so much violence amongst our own people,
We who had never asked much of God.

We seldom ate to our hunger
But at the time all that mattered to me was that
I could feel my mother’s smooth skin as she nursed my head

When they came it was like the Nile River
Was full of rage destroying everything in its path
But I was clueless of what was yet to come.

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