Congo Childhood
Congo Childhood
Guns in the green of the garden
Guns at my mother’s head
Guns on our dining table
And wondering if Dad is dead.
Soldiers in the school yard
Soldiers in our hall
Soldiers pointing guns at me
And wondering if Dad is dead.
Menace walks behind me
Menace hears me sing
Menace fills my dreams each night
And wondering if Dad is dead.
eve nortley
Fri 30th Nov 2018 20:24
I just wanted to thank everyone who has read this piece and particularly those people who have commented and shared their own stories and thoughts, which can't have been easy.
I hear terrible asylum stories regularly in the course of my work, but the stories from Congo stand out as being particularly brutal and horrific.
Congo is a beautiful country, with incredible natural resources which makes the situation even more bitter.
I hope the asylum poems I have shared will encourage other people to write about mans inhumanity to man and hopefully change the world one attitude at a time. We could all write about the beauty of the natural world and the joy of the festive season etc but life is both bitter and sweet and everyone's stories deserve to be heard, so please join me in telling how it is.