Cedrick

Running away with Marrow

We ran for our lives

Holding the hands of friends

Far from home

Distant from our parents

 

Out of their sight

Deep in the green pastures of nature

From the prying eyes

Of the recruiters.

 

They wanted me 

 They wanted everyone

Together with my family 

And everyone who was indegenous

To take our marrow

And recover what the population lost

 

“Marrow” and “Death”

Were the words

Stuck in our heads daily

Knowing anytime we can get killed

And the marrow gets taken.