Cursed from the realm
of harmony
Our childhood seemed a
hard escape from the lions den.
Blankets of gunshots
embraced the skies of our loneliness
Ripping our hearts
apart like an endangered voyage
Our teary dark origin
where death owned our loved ones,
Threatens our hope to
grow
And defines a smile
Like a hill far across
the fierce rivers.
Our home is hell take
us with you
Smile with us our tears
will dry
Give us some bread our
fears will go
Give us a home where
you think we are safer
Far from this nest of
dry blood
Give us a hand to
school like the city child
Show us the earth that
is as calm as the sky
Fill our cup with the
wisdom of hope
That we can learn to
save our generations to come,
Give us a bed for a
slumber of peace
Reveal to us that God who
can heal our pain
Silence these fumbling
hearts
And make us whole
again.
We parted by the sound
of death
They took east as we
dashed to the north
We separated with the
hope to unite someday
Now that the gun is
just in memories
Fill for us this maze
That we might reunite
with those that make us whole.
Rude within their
hearts
Evil commanding their
ego
They burnt our homes,
And our sweet
belongings where gulped
By the evil mouth of
fire
Find us work,
We promise to labor and
make that, that we shall call our own.
I peep through your
windows,
I see blankets kept
without a rib to warm in the night,
I need only a piece, to
shield my neck and feet
Tomorrow when God tells
you share,
Bring me a piece on the
streets, I’ll be waiting.
We shifted to the city
outskirts
Mama died of hunger
yesterday
Daddy needs a pill for
malaria
Tomorrow he might be
dead.
My health can be your
wealth
Show me a kit of
medication.
We are out in the
ghettos
Infested by the habits
of a juveniles life
We need to share life
with the angels
So our darkness will
dissolve in the light.
We are weak but can be
strong
We are out on the streets,
in the dirty ghettos,
In the diseased camps,
We are the hearts
stretching out to get a saving chance.
Truly fumbling hearts!
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