The earth turned an abyss;
One or two can’t meet its satisfaction goals, If it has any.
Even when its hundreds of thousands,
It keeps still in its cravings.
The winds still locomote back and forth
But with them,
It’s the identical news as yesterday,
As the other day;
Souls breathing their last,
Swollen eyes itching amid tears,
Hearts aching with pain.
It’s a pity.
In the depth of pain and apprehension,
Amidst cold hopelessness
Coated with incomprehensible uncertainty,
We can only ask:
Is there an end to this?
Shall we smile again?
Shall we develop the itchy feet again?
What of the dances in circles and courting twos, Shall we?
But still the skies in all their bluish,
Stare at us with no answers.
He is a callous one;
Robbed us of our mundane,
The pipe of rubies and charity.
Even the most essential of all
He has robbed of us;
Hope and faith.
At the offset, he shrank them
Then bludgeoned them to pieces.
It’s now murky days, no illumination.
Can we pray?
But how do you pray?
How do you pray these days?
That are dripping sadness to provoke emptiness,
So proud of their cruelty as they are rich in gloom,
Heavy at heart and lonely at moments
More so when you’re devoid of hope and faith.
Yet you know in your knowess that you must pray.
It’s a weighty one
Each has had a price to disburse
But is it really price or ransom?
Some, it’s an enterprise gasping for breath, Some, it’s an income unrealized,
Others, it’s a loved one lowered into the depth of the soils,
Or a relationship caught in development hell.
It’s a bitter pill some will never swallow.
So once more how do you pray?
Do you scream or murmur in tongues;
With fingers clenched and legs caught in knot
Then roll and crawl in your tears?
Okay, when you do,
Is the intercession just for your self?
Or to the mind too, comes:
The lying dead
Or it’s just you and the guilt?
The guilt of forgetting your partners
While being oblivious to the obvious cry uncle
Bequeathed to us by recent and present times
Even when the most essential,
Hope and faith are robbed of us.
Look, we can borrow the strength of belief;
Just shout to the skies,
Tell them your plight,
Someone stronger than you are
By Kaijuka Ezron Rusoke