These amputees you see
Along the streets of Freetown
Made their choices to stay alive
When the rebels asked them
To choose between the two
Long or short sleeves
And they cut off their hands
Accordingly
The wrist for a long
And elbow for a short
When Ben encountered them
He refused to select any sleeve
They tied him up
And cut off both his wrists
He begged them to kill him
Instead of being a burden
They put him in the boot of a car
And burnt him alive
Aug 10, 2011
LONG AND SHORT SLEEVES
About This Poem
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What did you think of my title?
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Comments
Not a poem
A tale of horror.
No prosodic values.
A soft title for a hard tale
A soft title for a hard tale of woes and profound sadness...