IN HER WORSE FEAR

It almost seems like a dream

A scene plagued by strangers who formed the crowd

In sadness some had their faces turned

A sight too painful to behold

How could something so treacherous happen to a child

They are filled with innocence

Who could have committed such atrocity?

No!.. Why?..When?...

The questions that sought answers

Now the floor holds her mother at her knees

Her dying daughter at held so close to her heart

As if the tighter she held

The more she could feel the warmth of her skin

Yes… the warmth

Slowly getting colder and colder

Or is it just the weather?

No…her skin starts to become whiter

Like a fog on a harmattan morning-

… A breath stale and suspended

The worse has happened

The little girl has given up her ghost

To be continued...