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62 16 Years of Horror (For the 16 years civil war in Mozambique, 1975-1992) I can’t believe what I saw Though my eyes were wide open And in the daylight My mind keeps on insisting That I believe what I saw Even my heart For it overwhelms my heart and soul Even that time It was only body who endured to bear the truth Surviving in horror is tough For the memories of the long gone Keep coming Like the comeback kid They keep on reminding That I think of them And feel for them Against those odds and evils that doomed their bodies I am forced to remember that fateful day In my grandmother’s village Her real home Yes A toddler I still was With milk on my nose But the horror doesn’t want to be forgotten 63 From the window of our tiny hut I saw them coming All with what appeared to be AKs Knives and canisters all over their bodies Knowing the reality of danger Grandma fitted in our poor wooden cage Tattered rugs all over the cage I heard her uttering what seemed a silent prayer to the whale of the sea To come and do what it did to Jonah How they discovered her I don’t know All what I know They never dared asking anything But of their own volition Separated her goodness from me Her soul they took away And off they went ...

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