My Poetry Diary

Let the peace from above descend now, Come to us like the freshness of an ocean breeze, The crisis though is strong, so I don’t know how.. Still we pray for all inner turbulence to cease; O’ peace, we have been waiting for long; Set yourself free from the shackles of men, Come speedily now to correct all wrongs, I heard the whirl sound; From a tiny voice afar; Little ones on a Zion bound; Trembling till their mind torn apart. We all agreed that peace is possible; Why the sudden massacre? My clansmen this is horrible; Another battle is brewing; Like a decade palm wine ferment; This crisis is all our doing; Aren't you tired as the children lament? Each time I hear the infants cry, Or the weeping from the mothers, Those thoughts make one dry, Let the peace from above descend now, And fill our mind like the holy Ghost, We will open our heart to you; I vow.. Peace come to us like an heavenly host, All the good people of my cla...

At the other side, Their silhouette beckons, We murdered their pride Their tears we unoften reckon Oh, the silent eyes wails, Their bittered lips quaked When all else fails; No one at their aid.. Their heavy heart sails, Every night at mercy bay, No more vitality in their veins, With hunger and loss, they lay At the other side, My aperture clicked, Like a lily that went dried; The unsheltered ones limped Oh, their ebony flesh flakes, They walk among the living like a ghost, Their ghostly spirit further breaks, As none to call their host, We threw them coin for cakes, My Clansmen and I kill them the most, They silently hope for daybreaks, Maybe a better stake at your post, At the other side, We stood aloof and watch Some shook their heads and sighed; Helping now looks like a botch, Oh, their bones stood at frail, They twine with hunger like a friend, Every night, they shiver in the gale, Wondering when their su...