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Martin Moore
Oct 24, 2017, 2:08:03 AM10/24/17
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unpublished poem
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From My Hiding Place
From my hiding place
I have witnessed
My fathers’ brutal murder
My mother gang raped
My brother disappeared
Long-time friendships turned
While my house slowly burned
Amid my neighbours screams
Machete wielding children
Blood drops in the dust
Converts on the road to ruin
Brother turned on brother
Massacre and bloodlust
Hacked bodies strewn
Along the scorched earth policy
Burn the city down
Persecution, dispossession
Overlords of underworlds
Bartering with lives
Reinforcing our repression
Ethnic cleansing, genocide
Nowhere left to hide
An end to hell and heaven
Boy soldiers only willing
Systematic killing
And I, I am only seven.
From my hiding place
I have witnessed
My fathers’ brutal murder
My mother gang raped
My brother disappeared
Long-time friendships turned
While my house slowly burned
Amid my neighbours screams
Machete wielding children
Blood drops in the dust
Converts on the road to ruin
Brother turned on brother
Massacre and bloodlust
Hacked bodies strewn
Along the scorched earth policy
Burn the city down
Persecution, dispossession
Overlords of underworlds
Bartering with lives
Reinforcing our repression
Ethnic cleansing, genocide
Nowhere left to hide
An end to hell and heaven
Boy soldiers only willing
Systematic killing
And I, I am only seven.
My name is Martin Moore, I was Born in a small town in County Kilkenny, Ireland. I have been writing poetry since I was 16 years old.
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