The Undying Anguish of a Loved One: A Eulogium

The 4th of May,
The death of humanity,
The birth of devils;
Who spared no soul,
Took to the streets
And sought for our hearts.

As we hid in plain sight,
I could hear their loud breath
Hungry for innocent blood,
And as we ran;
In horror,
In disbelief,
I could hear my uncles’ final cry
As they stepped on them
As they harrowed them to death.

I witnessed inhumanity at the forefront,
As the mobs of red devils
Tore my uncles’ precious body infront of our eyes.
I witnessed the agonising pain
In my aunt’s face as she shivered,
As the mobs chanted “yaiphare”
in victory over my uncles’ lifeless bodies.
I held my newborn cousin close to my chest,
Unable to shed a tear

The undying anguish of the 4th,
The night that took the lives of my two beloved,
The agonising heartbreak i carry in my heart,
As i recount the night of the 4th,
As i recount the fear and the grief,
My lovely uncles;
Today more than ever
I hope heaven treats you a little warmer.