for Hadessa’

for Hadessa’

it was an early silence

that morning

one so beautiful

like i have never heard before

i could actually hear my self think

there was no screaming

no gunfire

no soldiers in the village

nor any other persons

whose souls expressed

any arbitrariness

i was not aware of my hunger

and the usual gnawing feeling

i always remember having

within

no it was not fear

i no longer worried about fear

i was too busy seeking reasons to smile

i guess that was my Soul’s gift from God

the anesthetic

that numbed me

from the conditions of my life

the life of my Family

and the people who used to live

all around me

most of them had since

gone away or died

today, this morning

there was just silence

here i am standing

in the middle of the roadway

in front of where my home use to be

i remember my little brothers

they taught me a lot of things

with their innocent eyes of wonder

of life

before they were taken away

by the loud noise and fire

that exploded behind our home

i guess my Mother

did not need here left arm anymore

for there was no one to hold

her tears had long ago stopped

there was just this emptiness

like her soul had went away

along with Daddy

that day

yes we had sunshine

and there were flowers

growing in the fields

they reminded me

of the pictures i have seen

in magazines

about how you live

world

you have color in your life

i was hoping to see this world

some day

perhaps next life time

for now there is silence

and i watch

the war of man continue

never knowing why

i and my people

were so hated by you

who have guns

© 18 February 2013 : william s. peters, sr.