The guns began blazing
screams rent the air as soldiers
and civilians
took cook
I took cover with soldiers
Behind soldiers - sorry
it felt safer there,
But unbeknownst to me,
Our backs were exposed
like the butts of African children
a fugitive appears and shoots me in the shoulder
there is not too much blood,
yet I am numbed
the soldiers urge me to move on
where? I did not know,
I follow them
it dawns on me that it was not a bullet that hit me
it was something else
my hand develops numerous blisters
one soldier tells to see treatment
or else my hand would be amputated
I go to a nurse
But she was not a nurse
she was a prank artiste.
And I woke up
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