There was no help coming…

Screams tore through the street, voices of anguished women crying for they had to quench these monsters yearnings.

The blood of their husbands, brothers, fathers, uncles and sons were slain on the road but they never stopped running.

The screams were pained…the cries were haunting  but they knew if their steps falter, their voice will be the next moanings.

No help was coming….

The men who had been tagged ‘ protectors’ all their lives were laying in their own pit of blood, leaving their women running.