What she witnessed, you’ll be amazed
For that little girl, violence has paved
A spark of pain, with flashbacks glazed
A wounded soul, and a heart engraved
Torn to pieces, knowing others were enslaved
Opened her hands and slept on a praise
A mother of five, five kids to raise
How can a mother hold strong and stay?
When her only boy was taken away
By vicious souls, where are the light rays?
Humbled herself and continued to pray
Clenched her hand and said, “one day”
One day, he’ll return she continued to say
Not comprehending that her hair turned grey
That there’s no chance he survived the slay
On the table, her hands splay
Her heart, to the light became a doorway...
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