A poetic short sword, to freely cut, chop or stab in hand-to-hand combat with my rats. (©, copyright, auteursrecht).
Yeah man
Ah tellin’ yuh man
In de civil war
Many many people
De rebels
Use to cut off
Dem hand
An’ tell dem:
Go to de president
Let him give you
Artificial hand
Yeah man
Just like dat man
You’re currently reading “Freetown (Sierra Leone),” an entry on Gladius Poeticus
7.15.12 / 3am
Love this!
7.15.12 / 8am
The poem yes, the cruelties of war not. Thanks!
7.22.12 / 12pm
thats scary! very well written one, you said what you wanted to say so clearly in such a small poem!
7.22.12 / 12pm
Thanks, Sharmishtha! This one was easy… directly from the mouth of a refugee.
8.9.12 / 12pm
such horrible reality to face. human greed is shameless.
8.9.12 / 1pm
And so is human cruelty. Thanks for commenting, Sharmishtha!
8.9.12 / 1pm
very true, i believe god and devil both live in human heart, and human beings show that.
there are beautiful people like you in this world and there are monsters without any remorse.
8.9.12 / 1pm
That is so true. By the way, a friend added a Hindi translation to one of my poems. I would appreciate your comment on that. You can find it here https://gladiuspoeticus.wordpress.com/2012/07/29/een-nieuwe-soort-voor-shirley-sitaldien/
8.27.12 / 9am
that was beautiful.
8.27.12 / 11am
Thanks, love! 🙂
10.11.12 / 10am
Very real
10.11.12 / 10am
Afraid it is. Thanks!
Suriname
Gladius Poeticus 
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