I sit alone in a field of mud
No more comfort will I receive
My family laid around me quite dead
Where was the God I was taught to believe?
Though we knew of the impending threat
My parents assured us we would be okay
I had heard them talking to the police
And had seen them pocket cash as they walked away
But when midnight did strike twelve
Noise filled our ears with fear
A pounding on our front door heralded our fate
So my father herded us to the rear
Though it was snowing and we shivered with cold
My parents urged us to hasten our pace
Within minutes our house burst in flames
Our home would no longer be a safe place
We must have ran for an hour or two
Before we stumbled with plain exhaustion
I’ve never seen my father acting so afraid
His waving arms and shouts adding to commotion
And then it happened without any notice
Four men came upon us in the deserted field
They pointed their weapons in our direction
And ordered us to give up and yield
But my father was a heroic type
The protection of his family was of most import
He cocked his weapon and fired two rounds
Moments later the four men were two short
They cursed loudly and responded in kind
Both my father and my mother dropped dead
Seconds later my sister and brother also fell
No longer would we share stories in bed
And then they stopped and pointed at me
Speaking a language I did not know
When they fired two shots and missed
They turned and walked away in the snow
So here I now sit in the cold mud
Not knowing at five why those men kill
If they don’t know why they did it
I can assure them that when I get older they will
