TO THE ONE WHO SUFFERS OF BEING ALONE
WHY ? WHY ? WHY ?
Why was I born in the heart of a slum
Hills of waste, horizon of poverty
My only window this patch of blue sky in the morning hours
What would it feel like to find myself in my mother’s arms just once?
All these strangers passing by
One day, they will come for me
What do you want? Don’t hurt me…
Mama will you put your arms around me just once?
Why is the sun so scorching today?
Sweat dampening my heavy uniform
My throat parched like their damn bread
Gotta keep running or they’ll beat me
Sawati! Where is he?
I remember. Yesterday… lost him to the rebels
No time to grieve
Nodoby to watch my back now
Only fleeting memories of a childhood home
In the smoke, a bird song
Tells me the world should be different.
Why’s dad moving?
Mom tell me, what you hiding from me?
It’s all in your eyes
I can only guess
Makes me even more afraid
You tried everything to keep him happy
It was not your fault, not your fault
I did the dishes yesterday, mom did you see?
Who will teach me how to drive now?
Can I keep Snickers?
Dad don’t go, I’ll be a nice girl!
They all live under the same sky
In heaven, a Father hears them
He said he had special angels assigned to them
The words they can’t formulate, he hears
The feelings they have learnt to burry, he knows
The tears they no longer shed, he collects
No matter the street where you were born,
The name you were given
Or if there were arms to shelter you,
There is one loving Father who conceived you
Released you on this earth, present to the world
His love will grow you
His arms will nurture your soul
And only he can claim he can mend broken hearts
So, wherever you are, look up, look at the sky.
Tags: abandoned, alone, child soldier, father, god, poem, Poetry, solitude
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