When The Young Souls Dimmed

I often wonder what they would remember.
When the dead of the night turned day-
The fires became a midnight sun.
I often wonder if the fires scorched their souls
And pain permanently imprinted on their hearts.
Ran the children – their bare feet so tender,
Yet their fears even greater.
Homes burned,
Reeds burned,
Earth burned,
People burned,
Everything burned!
In the epitome of devastation
And tear drops of frustration
A time of pain, loss and destruction
The darkness more promising than the torched homes
The cold friendlier, than a life and a people once known now unknown.
I often wonder what they will remember,
The cold of the night,
The night they became homeless,
The day their night was punctuated with violence,
The smell and taste of death,
The day their lives dimmed!

Georginah Ndanu
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