The other, less spoken of, more vicious violence

"Something has happened to me over the last month. I have lost everything I know. And one evening when I thought I had not anything more to lose, I lost even more. We were huddled into a bus, the kind that looks like a lorry. Women and men, both young and old, and children, we all looked at each other glad that we were not among the collective of dead bodies strewn all over the dusty plains. There were many of us, packed like sardines, hanging on, as we creaked along, escaping the violence that had broken our homes, the homes that glowed red and ashy. I was terrified, and it was all real."

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