By Karani Kelvin.
It
was the hour of death
Gunshots
cracked, bombs went off
Buildings
burnt and chaos
Drowned
the silent night
The
sky’s crimson face cringed
Our
hearts beat hard in their cages
Frightened
to inertia
Like
a gazelle in a crocodile’s mouth
We
stood each at his door
Waiting
for our time
