Reminiscences Of A War Thug

The last thing I saw that day was

A child corpse pleading burial.

Nightmare stricken

reminiscing

hallucinating

shivering

insomniac

enochlophobic

bed crippled

Mortified

frustrated

I am Now.

Three decades of my life are put on trial,

And I am, irredeemable, waiting for a funeral.

By Khedidja Chergui

From: Algeria

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