Letter to Dinorah Ch II, Postdata (Postscript) Part II of the Pious Indulgence Series #childsoldier

Letter to Dinorah Ch II, Postdata (Postscript) Part II of the Pious Indulgence Series #childsoldier

🎹 Libretto 🎹

🎵 00:00 ⏩ 01:07 ➡️ Act/Verse One
🎵 01:07 ⏩ 01:48 ➡️ Refrain/Chorus One
🎵 01:48 ⏩ 02:47 ➡️ Act/Verse Two
🎵 02:47 ⏩ 03:28 ➡️ Refrain/Chorus Two
🎵 03:28 ⏩ 04:46 ➡️ Act/Verse Three
🎵 04:46 ⏩ 05:09 ➡️ Refrain/Chorus Three
🎵 05:09 ⏩ 06:30 ➡️ Act/Verse Four
🎵 06:30 ⏩ 07:11 ➡️ Refrain/Chorus Four
🎵 07:11 ⏩ 08:17 ➡️ Act/Verse Five
🎵 08:17 ⏩ 09:07 ➡️ Coda/Outro
#originalpianocomposition #originalpianomusic #war #africa #burkinafaso #thomassankara #Blaisecompaoré #Charlestylor #piano #music
Author’s Note: This music composition was originally written for my Big Sister as a sort of Birthday Present. The Story that makes up the Audio/Visual originated around 16 October 1987, when I saw a news report of a coup d’état in Burkina Faso, which resulted in the death of its president, Thomas Sankara. This is NOT a biographical account of my childhood…

My Dearest Sister,
I am so very sorry for placing such burden on your shoulders. My ghosts are mine and mine alone. I had no right…

Believe me, I have tried to forget. I have tried to pretend, to make my memory fade; but alas, it is all there. Every face, every limb. Every scream to haunt my dreams…

Blaise said it was alright, and I believed the lie. Thomas had betrayed us all and he deserved to die. I should have known, but I did not care for truth…

I was tired of the beatings, of being made to perform. I was hungry, I was cold…fear had laid siege to my soul. So what if one more body dropped…?

It was not my first time, I had already spilled blood. We came into town at night, while the farmers sleep. I creeped slow, she did not have time to cry, I just slit her throat…

Who was she? I don’t know. Commander said to take her life, to leave a trail of blood. I helped myself while she died, her robe torn, her eyes unclosed…

Blaise said to help Charles retake some fields of gold. Help ourselves to the land, leave the stones untouched. Restock ranks & chop the others’ hands…

How I would have loved to return home and be my father’s son again. To play outside and dream under the sun. The child in me was gone, death grips my hands. I do its bidding now…

Saint Thomas never knew, Blaise said he would not approve. The Apostle of Ouagadougou kept his hands clean. The French looked the other way, so long they got their share. Upright men all…

Charles, Jonas, Felix they all stoke the fire. Blaise wanted the spotlight, they wanted their spoils. Ronald & Francois blessed the lot, so much for liberté et démocratie…
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