A writing of some sort, doesn't fit the structure of any poem. My mind wondered on a 'special' day for me during a gender training for Tanzania's judges and magistrates. (A post will surely follow)
five years ago today
the world turned upside down, literally
he drove the bus like a race car driver
she wishes she knew his name
the curve came
they found themselves
all of them full of dreams
facing the ground
covered in shatterd glass
silence ensued
dust fell
then the screams
cries of pain
the blood
covered in blood
the bits of flesh
mixed with rock and pebble
but all survived
40 lives changed forever
she wonders if the driver thinks today
of that fateful day 5 years ago
she sure as hell does
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