Witness Of War Poem by Bright Kwamina Grantson

Witness Of War



I saw them. I saw them and I heard them saying "chop! Chop of those arms".
Those animals in human skulls. Chopping of the arms of that little child.
Oh! Yes I saw them.

I saw them lynching him with guns metals and stones.
I saw blood oozing from his mouth and nose.
A poor man beaten to death.
In a dread full and awful atmosphere.

I saw them in the bush.
Illegally using their acrobatic pencils, against the acrimonious will of that poor woman.
I saw her bleeding and bleeding. They never had pity on her but continued this deed.
Until she was dead, dead and dead indeed.

I saw them running with their husbands, children and wives.
Running just to save their own lives.
I foresaw that they were going to be refugees
The sick the blind and the amputees.

All these years I continue to remember these scenes.
The fatalities and brutalities I have seen.
But one day, one Sunday morning,
I stopped mourning.

Hearing from the news that my nation has risen from this destruction.
There has been reconciliation and a fair jurisdiction,
And whatever the situation my nation will forever be my nation.

This is the message for my country Ghana.
There should be peace and harmony.
Because at the end of everything our nation will continue to be our nation

Witness Of War
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Fabrizio Frosini 25 November 2015

agree with Kelly (box below) I've sent a msg.. Blessings

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Kelly Kurt 21 August 2015

The horror of war has never touched me but your poem has spoken loud. Thanks Peace

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Skywee Gh 07 April 2014

lol, r u sure u saw all that u saw? ? perhaps u left behind something smooth. i heard u saw u saw and i see witness of war tnx for the inspiration

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Thank you 4 thanking me

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