Contents Part one – Harvest of Tears Part two – The Cannibals and White Dragons Part three - Shattered Castle Part 4 - Food for the Vultures. Part One Harvest of Tears (1960’s) * It was a bad year And then Another three bad years The years of harvest of tears and sorrows Outcry and lamentation We thought it would be over And then it continued And continued And never seemed to end. Then on the outlook We saw things We could never have seen And places We could never have gone And mountains We could never have climbed And the rivers We could never have crossed With many things we never thought to see. The many awful and silent nights Troubled morning Sunny days and lonely evenings Troubled mornings and cheerless noon’s. And the barracks became our home Home for the many souls Home for just few fortunate Who only lived to tell it all. Too young, Too weak, Too sad To tell it. The leftovers Who were mostly children and women The sons and daughters The wives and mothers The sisters and brothers The toddlers and sucklers The unborn The fetus Created for the war to take them Even before they were born Who never meet the world Who died faceless Miscarried Aborted Washed Who never knew why Who never asked why They cried They groped In silent In pains For many nights For the living And for the flowers Unseen Which faded with the sun In the heat of the lead exchange Then…Then…Then … In a whisper A time shorter than a twinkling of an eye Everything set to part Everything falls apart Rare and great names are gone And we don’t know why Beautiful ones Handsome ones Either raped Or killed In our very presence. We the survivors Never knew the pregnant of today What it will give birth to The next day We were moving corpse Who stood and watched In our hidings The going forth of these ones To their early grave And the soil had to make meal out of their kidneys and hearts They are wasted like dirt’s. Faces that could never be seen again. Frames that could never stand with flesh in them again. These could have been avoided We don’t know why it happened Blood spilled In the runways and streets , Paths and deserts The leaves and mountains were stained with blood The bones of innocent children And their mothers. The unborn and the suckles. Men died living widows Widows and children in tears, In hunger, In barracks , In footpaths, In mountains, In closed doors. These bones were wailed upon, But not gathered They were not gathered They were trampled upon The bones of loved ones and good neighbors Who became our greatest enemies Our sons who became food for vulture Who all died in our very eyes And we buried them in roadways With the metal nuts deep in their souls, In their flesh And their blood dried. The silent fathers The wailing mothers who see them Go down to the silent cold grave The world of the dead Our sisters and virgin daughters Who died young Who died unproductive Then our grandsons Who became our sons Because all our sons are gone And our reproductive powers are gone. The birds of the heaven screamed and screamed in confusion In the midheavens, Their places had been taken over by guns and bombs And the earthly residents The animals Ran so wild In confusion. Their homes had been taken over by hiding soldiers. We saw it from the beginning In just a twinkling of an eye Killing us without conscience In the fight which was very fierce And the slaughter great. Seeing us gnash our teeth In the midst of many losses Losses of our loved ones We bewailed them Because we saw no man standing again For long time unknown. They became manure On the surface of the earth We saw them rot away in their numbers They seemed not to be remembered The healings for these would last for A time and Time and Times unknown… * It all began few days after the seventh independent. For these short times peace had reigned, but not absolute, for there were grudges in many hearts. The Kandala wealth was actively expanding overseas and changing conditions in less economically fortunate countries of Africa were visible. Some considered the independence of these African countries as blessing while others feared of neocolonialism. Such economic prosperity might not last longer as they thought. Meanwhile, many African countries that feared of a reverse were crawling, while few others were actively seeking independence from their colonial masters. Kandala was the eyes of every nation because of the speed at which it was developing. It was called giant of Africa, African thin god, the king pin. This African nation was still growing from strength to strength with its army and was looked up to defend the integrity of the continent. It was as though that the independence granted to this African nation was a big blessing.
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