african cries

im a victim of cicurmstance the ages of fights left me all worn out the people seeking for mercy the cries and agonies the times which surpassed us but left us with not even a definition of solace . The troops held the guns shooting my loved ones the bullets falling down tainting the soil with blood of innocent civilians the tears fell from our eyes but were dried by the times . the places were our nationalities were kept now are enraptured by the thoughts of old days.the sun which used to come from west now come  from south , the lions which used to roar at the upper rocks now whisper within the disintergrated bones the elephants which used to march with greater strength now turn to be weaker ,the rivers which used to flow endless waters now turn to be streams,the future which we emulated to be brighter now turns to be bleak , the thunder that used to shake our roofs assunder now are said to be myths ,the rivals comes back within the two nationalities the definition of identities ,the cursed and the blessed for how long shall we live under the shadows of fear running away from our present as we preside into the future for how long shall we wait for the heavens to show mercy on our race for how long shall we hide the truth yet we live in lies for our selves are traced with the scars , the bruises , thememories of what they did