Everyday we are bombarded with images of human strife and suffering, half of it because someone decided that a few people around them did not suit their 'tastes' , they did not have the right colour, the right language, religion or ethnicity! After all this is done, would they be given a chance to redeem their soul? Would't all this haunt their memory and torment them in their lonely old futures....
The hand that grabs mine,
begs for the gift of life, that magic touch that would put it all together!
Screaming out her agony,
life half-fulfilled, half-lived,
loved ones to care for,
betrayers to confront!
Divine grace or divine misery,
Are we responsible for this unfair mortality?
Life ebbs away from her like a retreating tide,
Dragging away with it, encouraging fragments of existence,
The hand that no longer holds mine,
Farewell...
1 comment:
very well said. what is happening in darfur is unbelievable and horrific.
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