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Monday, 26 May 2014

My Story Is Alive



It was a peaceful day that day
The air was clean and fresh, I loved taking deep breaths
The breeze kissing my fragranced skin
A normal day it was for the young and old
I said a little prayer of thanks to the highest
It was a peaceful day that day

There was a doctor that day
The usual business man in a suit on a mission
The fasion guru witing to bepicked up by his chauffeur
A student anxious about getting their science test results
A street sweeper thinking about her month end debts
A normal day it was for everyone great and small

I blinked once then twice that day
Around me things changed
Every one was screaming and shouting in terror
Suitcases, books and working tools were dropped
Panick and unrest shook my community
It got worse when I blinked twice that day

My Country changed that day
Our enemies surrounded us
Our monies had no value
Streets flooded with the young and old alike
The sun and the moon were sleeping
Panick engulfed my Country that day

Troops from America promised to help that day
The media reported both propaganda and truth
Neighbouring countries reached out to help
Russia stood by our side and defended us
Yet Russia and America were in conflict over me
Help was war on that day

We lost the wealth we never owned not that day
Bodies laying on the ground rotting away
Mothers weeping for their husbands
Girls weeping for their young stallions
The stench of death in my Country
We were being subdued that day

One one was safe in their nests that day
World war 3 or maybe the apocalyptic events
We wanted Russia's aid and salvation
Our enemy was turning us against ourselves
The clouds closing in as curtains
Marking our rise and fall as a nation that day

The boogie man came back that day
Position himself for a bigger mission
We happen to be in his way
He is planning to bring down the Russian giant
His reasons are that of the elders of Zion
From slumber he arose that day

 Fear overcame me that day
My body shook as of the shaking of winter
My nipples rubbed against the fabric I wore
My conscious and subconscious couldn't deferentiate
Just as illusion and reality painting the same picture at once
Lights down low on Ukraine that day


Witten for Ukraine 









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