One day, I sat and ate breakfast, I turned on the News to see what was new.
It was SHOCKING!
There was a story about Slaughtering in Africa, but it wasn't Anmails......IT WAS PEOPLE! People with family's, people with Dreams.
I felt sick, so vary sick....
How, how can there be people that do this?!
Why, why did they have to die?
That night,
I lie awake in bed to depressed to sleep.
1:13 I got up to take something to get to sleep.
As I sleep, I dreamed,
It was dark, I looked about and saw 4 other people,
An old women, a young man, and two small children.
I was a seven year old boy, and this, my family.
It was quite, I drew in the dirt with my fingers.
Then, it started.
There was a huge BOOM!
Gun shots every where, before I knew it
we were dead.
Author notes
i'm working on a plan, it's called, a safe place 2 live. it will have clean water, houseing, and safety from the eivl that is in power. but i got 2 buy a lot of land first. and spred the word, and get a few trucks 2 get them there. i'll shall save them not all, but as meny as i can.
Written December 19th, 2005
A contest entry
- Voice for the Voiceless... Zimbabwe (a contest) by Annastacia.
500 points, ended January 2, 2006, 4 entries
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I would like to ask permission to share this poem with an online publication called the Zimbabwe Situation. They would like to print it in the newsletter with your copyright of course.
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i can't get 2 it
sorry.....
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Thank you for your entry,very intense. Did you visit the websites? You did not have any authors comments.
Anna
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