I heard the shots, I did

And my siblings being dragged screaming

Out the door

My father ran, carrying me like a football

Up into the hills and miles away

Terror in his eyes “Which way now?”

Into the truck, freezing at night

Dumped on the shore

There was no need to ask

“Are they coming too?”

As I knew…

They were no more

The boat with a hu...

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