By Kobe Eru Godwin
The wind blows with dissatisfaction
Tears break the silence of the waters
My heart a graveyard
Where lost souls are found
Eulogies are the scriptures on my palm
Skin etched, engraved with words they never said
Can death ever be called beautiful?
Preacher Man, where is God when it hurts?
Love is far from here
Our prayers we say,
They go we know not where
Dry like leaves, slowly I wilt
To bleed just to know I’m alive
Voices I hear, echoes and silence
How long shall we wait, for joy in the morning?
The nights are too long for comfort
How long shall we march in volumes and scream in silence
How long shall we wait before the death toll becomes genocide?
For how long shall we stand at this cemetery junction before our cries will be heard in heaven?
Lord to kill or pray? I hope I choose the latter
Because my heart, my cloak, my palms
Are stained with Blood, Sweat and Sand
