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Fight like a soldier die like a boy

Updated on January 23, 2016

They came to my village in the night and began shooting, they shot our fathers, raped our mothers and kidnapped people, they kidnapped women, girls and young boys and i was among those kidnapped.

They forced us to carry riffles and gave us hard drugs and hot drinks which kept us going, they hardly fed us and the only language people like me became familiar with was shoot. I was trained to kill with the gun and i killed with the gun. I have seen it all.

At fifteen, i can’t count how many people i killed, i was made the second commander of my group but when the war was over and i was among those captured by the elite force, we were given the chance to change so i went into rehabilitation and came out clean then understood the devastation of war, the bitter truth about ethnic difference.


Poem


The power tussle began

Where two men disagree

One wants supremacy

One wants total control

Their table became a battle field

Poor masses hamper for safety

Ignorance took the fight ahead



One tribe wants it all

The same religion fit for all

How did we get here

Destroying each other out of hate

Fighting for men at the top

Sent to die in the name honor

Fought like soldiers died like boys



Ignorance that we are

For all the life that i took

None can be replaced

But i am mindful for the second chance

Now i want to be a better me

One people we are and will always be

Child soldier the shield they use

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      Chibuzo Melvin Mobis 23 months ago from Biafra

      LongTimeMother, thanks for reading and commenting, appreciate ur support...

      Jodah, it's a pleasure to have you and Venkatachari read my hub and left me your beautiful words. However, i write and use my humble self in the center of my messages, in essence, this hub is not about me Rossimobis.

      Cheers

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      Venkatachari M 23 months ago from Hyderabad, India

      Very much scary and frightful. Thank God, you got a chance to transform into a noble and kind person. The poem is nice with a good message.

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      John Hansen 23 months ago from Queensland Australia

      This is gut wrenching Rossimobis. I can only try to comprehend what's you have been through. So glad you were given the opportunity to rehabilitate. This is a powerful poem "fight like a soldier, die like a kid".

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      LongTimeMother 23 months ago from Australia

      Your words and pictures are very touching. I am reminded how lucky my family and I have been.

      Thank you for reminding me that nothing in my life is worthy of complaint.

      Best wishes.