What does it feel like to hide under the bed with
your children, when bombs burst outside your door?
What does it feel like to see your young daughter
go off for firewood, and return raped, violated?
What does it feel like to see your adult son step
outside your village home door, to be shot and killed by waiting enemy
insurgents?
What does it feel like to be a young bride seeking
refuge in a closet during conflict, going into labor with your first child, and
medical care elusive?
What does it feel like to experience your home,
your dreams, even your family, evaporate in war, and for which you are innocent,
helpless?
What does it feel like to believe in social
justice, human rights, dignity of woman and man and child, and yet starve, be
displaced constantly, have no real citizenship or identity during conflict, lose
all your possessions and yet protect the family as best you can, try to be
strong outside, but inside feel pain, anguish, despair,
tears.....tears!
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