Memories of a Child

It began with a weird noise: 'wii-wiii'
and as it got louder, sounded like
thousands of bees' wings flying.

The door opened,
until it became widely accessible to
the outside.
Glancing towards the entrance, many shadows could be seen -
They were a multitude, their presence menacing;
it felt suffocating.

The room was a little square box,
The only furniture, a long and locked wardrobe that gave a claustrophobic tension.
I turned left, to the unoccupied space,
but mother was not there -
Father was gone, long ago too.
Little hands covered little face,
My heartbeat grew faster;
Will they get me too? 


A giant man tied my hands,
Whipping me the more I fought,
With all force, he brought me out on the street,
Dragging me along an alley;

Armed men running up and down,
Gunshots everywhere,
Bodies lying motionless;
Yesterday sister, the only one left, was gone;
Will they get me too?

His gun on my forehead all the way
through to a long dark pit,
he dropped my little body.
In the obscurity of this hole, 
only teeth could be depicted - they seemed carnivorous 
The voices around me were of sorcerers -

Loud diabolical laughter blocked my ears
as the night became more freezing, suddenly;
When I felt cold and rough hands on me,
I screamed in tears:
'Mum! Mum! Mum!'
Then I woke up and realised, 
Mum was elsewhere, and
It has been twelve years, since.