We Were There. Poem by Munashe Rupazo

We were there, when the whistling of rifles blew
And the hats of the old man into the sky they flew
The cries were so awful
Like the sting of a bee it was painful
Yet they called for a ceasefire
Some yelled for the guns to fire
We were there


We were there, when the bullet pierced the flesh
And the battlefield drained in blood abet
In the same compass ran everyone
Brave or cowardice it just had to be done
With sweat they succumbed and died for…..
Like it never was before
We were there


We were there, when the country suffered
And the citizens died like birds thundered
All thirst peace
All hungered ease
But a few man had to stand warriors
And rescue their people weary
We were there.