Wrecked Poem by Stella Adaeze Ogwatta

We remember the wails;
Their anguish pierced like nails.
The awful silence that followed those piercing screams
made our eyes turn glassy streams.
But the tears...they refused to fall.
When the attackers all marched in one
To their vulturine dens,
Every footstep taken
Savagely wrecked our beings with fear.

The soil welcomes the corpses,
Gloomy skies rain down curses.
Each figure lowered to the dust
Soon to be covered with crust.
Dreadfully, we await dawn
In a mood too forlorn.