One must go north


    The other south


    Just so they can live


    But blood calls blood


    And so they united


    Another monster was created


    A big one


    Crueler and far more dangerous


    Indeed blood calls blood


    The monster won’t go


    A terrible beast


    Far too threatening


    Here comes the water


    But blood is thicker than water


    The monster keeps growing


    An atrocious being who doesn’t hunt to eat


    But for the pleasure of killing


    Again blood calls blood


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    Let them go together


    For blood will always call blood…


    “Mom, what does it mean?” asked the little girl looking up from the big book that stumbled and opened itself on this particular page when she was helping with the cleaning of the room.


    Her mother, who was just returning to the room, laid the bucket down and came close to the book-case. She took some time to examine the order in which Latifah arranged her books, before taking in the paragraph her dear daughter was showing her.


    Ah, she exhaled recognizing the book and hating herself for not throwing it away. It was a book from that time. She really thought she had nothing to remind her of those agonizing days but here it was, between her favorite books. Well, she would just burn it later then. She really needsn’t things like that.


    “It’s about … war I think” she answered, taking it from the hands of her nosy child.


    “What is war?”


    “Something you don’t need to know for now” answered her mother, putting the book on the shelf. There was no way she would explain to her six years old daughter the meaning of such a barbarous word. “Did you find the illustration book you were looking for?”


    “No” moaned Latifah, the poem long forgotten. “It wasn’t inside any of those big books in the bricks. I looked one by one, promise”.


    Zara smiled looking at the empty bricks and the now full shelves that were organized by the young girl.


    “I see. How about I help you look for it after we clean the whole place?”


    “Fine” she agreed reluctantly.


    At first, she was just supposed to clean the shelves, ordered the books and then she would be free to read the one her mother bought to her on their way to this new house. But now it seemed like she didn’t have the choice but to help until the end of the cleaning, every nook, and cranny, as her mother liked to put it.


    “How long are we staying this time?” asked the little girl with a sad voice.


    Zara patted her child’s hair gently. Even if she didn’t voice it, it was evident that Latifah hated to be always on the road, never resting, never having friends for more than four months. Nevertheless, it couldn’t be any other way. Zara did, after all, kill him. There was no way, they would let her roam freely on this earth without repercussions. She shouldn’t give them the opportunity to find her.


    “A little longer this time.”


    There was a knock on the door and not long after, the voice of their elderly neighbor was heard. Latifah rushed to open it, seeing as the gentlewoman promised them yesterday to bring some sweets.


    Her child gone, Zara stared at the books on the shelves, remembering some scary memories. She did indeed kill him. If put in the same situation and given the same chance, she would do it once again. After all, it wasn’t just her life at stake but that of her child too.


    Touching the cover of the book her daughter previously gave her, she shivered.


    Blood was really calling blood. And boy was it a loud sound.