Poem: Blood, Sweat and Sand

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