Route to Peace

People ask me, How did you feel when you were traveling, coming to the United States? What was on your mind when you were running from gunshots? I don't know? I don't remember, I was not thinking at all. One was a nightmare while the other was just a dream. So I wrote: Standing shivering, With a gun facing me, With no mercy, Forced to kill or be killed, With all the people staring at me Knowing that they all got a turn on the machete, Slaughter their own people out of choice... Being only fourteen, I never remembered what happened next, Because it was all like a dream.