Wednesday, June 06, 2007

It Rained Red

It’s seeping into the city
Trickling in as we sleep
It’s bringing with it
The sound of the ransomed child
The helpless sigh of the small trader
The cries of the newly widowed

Red liquid
Once private parts
Torn limbs
Gouged out eyes
Speak of the young man’s innocence

Politicians use subterfuge
So-called leaders are linked with killers
Leeches feeding on innocent blood
In symbiotic relationships gone bad
Opposition parties, straddling the fence
Refusing to take a firm position
Churches, once a place of refuge
Now maintain a silence so loud

You and I must speak out
Before our private parts
Torn limbs
Gouged out eyes
Speak of their innocence

PoP © 6 June

1 comment:

K.I.P.U.S.A said...

Yes,
I must speak out
before my voice is torn out
my head bashed
and the whole of me
cut into pieces