The war
It was more of a slaughter than a war
“This was my home.”
The strangers on the ship
Came out of nowhere
Taking his home
Killing his tribe
And war soon broke out.
He sang to the Gods
Asking them why
Sang to the mother
Asking her why
He sang to the Gods
Asking for strength
Sang to mother
Asking for hope
He sang to the Gods
For the best weapon he can have
He sang to the mother
For forgiveness
He sang to the Gods
Asking them why
He sang to the mother
Asking her why
When the strange people
On the boats
Riding the seas came
And stole his home,
Killed his people
The battle had broken out.
He sang to the Gods
Asking them why
He sang to the mother
Asking her why.
His family gone
Along with friends
He ran for his life
Not wanting a fight,
But war had broken out
A slaughter had started
Now there’s blood on the rocks
And not red paint.
He sang to the Gods asking them why
He sang to the mother
Asking her why
He ran
And they followed
They killed him
The blood of a man
Leaking into the sea
Leaking into mother arms
As his body tossed into the deep blue
War had broken out,
But it was more of a slaughter
When the strange people
And their ships
Took his home
And slaughter his tribe.
About the Creator
Valerie Daniel
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