Lost voices!
Wondering in the desert
And squeezing
Stones for water to calm their thirsts…
Lost voices!
Screaming in the streets with tears
Raining down
Their eyes to the mercy of none!-
Today’s life
Slams them into the hive
Subjecting them
To the painful sting of the buzzing bees!
Lost voices!
The future of today, yet, lost to the dreams
Of their fate
And struggling for breath…
I see
Across the roaring constellations of the sea
Descending
From the clouds’ skies, their refuge
But
Sparkles of greed invaded souls
Eclipse
The reach of the caressing touch to their quest!
Lost voices
They lay vulnerable
With today’s future in their arms
Craving for refuge!
Lost voices!
Absent in the presence of their presence
And wandering
In the streets of Mogadishu for survival
Lost Voices!
Staring into the opaque future for caress
And wandering
On the shores of Wonderland for survival
A Poem from- LIGHT TO THE VULNERABLES’ NIGHT(C) 2014
Oswald George Okaitei