Writing Challenge Week 1 - cont..

And the all seeing eye keeps watching..

Here's my effort inspired from the word 'brutality'

The Genocide

I am a girl of seven,

At least I think I am,

I may have had a birthday

since the days rolled into one.

I used to have a daddy,

Used to have a mummy too,

They shot my daddy straight down dead,

I knew not what to do.

My mummy clung around his neck,

Just like a forlorn swan,

But then they dragged her from him,

And ripped off all her clothes.

I don't quite know what happened next -

They lay her on the floor,

I was far too scared to look,

I heard her scream 'no more'.

They stopped what they were doing

Long enough to shoot her too,

My baby brother was crying for her milk

I knew not what to do.

I took him in my arms and ran,

I've ran and ran for days,

I don't know where we're going

Or why we've had to go away.