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