submission by Anitah Muwanguzi

[Doctor Fab]

the right forum email is 15. Poets Against Terror 2 : 15-poets-against-terror-2@googlegroups.com 😉

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From: Anitah Muwanguzi
Date: 2017-07-31 6:48 GMT+02:00
Subject: My submission
To: Ebook Poetry Against Terror, Doctor Fab


The birth of terror

She went out to catch a bird
But found debris where her favorite rosebush once blossomed
the air was hot
the skies black, red, bleeding, and her vision blurred
she stumbled into hot soot

She’d hoped for bird song
But the roar of falling bombs was a constant nightmare

She climbed a tree to see a better world
And felt it give way in an endless tumble into the nothingness
rocks offered no solace
caves no more an escape
three, four, seven, nine years old
the children knew no other world

The hope that beauty lingered somewhere in the human soul
was an illusion, a folksong
their elders were afraid to tell
because it seemed impossible
that peace had once graced their borders, and neighborhoods

And yet when her dad strapped that suicide vest on
He’d promised
It was to build a better world for her
Make them listen
But when she looked for the promised better world
All the expanse held, was a black charred barren earth
And as far as she could see, no life.


P.S Hello, my bio remains the same.

[Richard Deodati]

A barren, listless, existential world where nothing thrives or grows is what is left after the terrorists have visited, where they have come and gone, and leave only destruction in their path. Such is the life that Anitah Muwanguzi describes for us in her solemn poem, "The birth of terror. "She climbed a tree to see a better world and felt it give way in an endless tumble into the nothingness," she writes, "and as far as she could see, no life." Gone into the black hole of poetry! Thank You, Anitah for your "bird song" of a poem!