Sometimes I sit alone and think,
Pictures of Sudanians dying keeps on
Flashing back like waves of the Atlantic ocean,
It feels like I saw a bullet piercing through my brothers skull with a naked eye but I wasn't there physically,
But here I am there poetically,
Rest in peace to my brothers who had to bath from the blood bath of selfish, untrained soldiers,
This is the same reason I questioned myself if God ever existed,
Thousands of unarmed, un harmless souls had to perish
Some knelt because of the faith you installed in their hearts but still you watched them vanishing from the lethal weapon
I'm sorry, I know it's not good to question your works but Lord can you feel me?
Do you like watching innocent folks killing each other?
I thought you said we were all equal;
NO! I see many being the judgment between life and death;
I know you are more concerned about my spirit, but don't you think taking away the good ones is the path to inviting depression, fate and hate between us?
I'm young and still growing,
Father of all let me live until I start balling,
I'm afraid of dying soon, but how my heart is designed keeps me away from living that long because it seems the ones who tries to unite are the same ones you can't keep a soldier with a gun far from,
The knives are piercing,
Guns are hissing,
Lord we keep on praying,
We die for praying,
Is it not enough in the eyes of the most high;
The one who promised me to never say goodbye,
They walked barefoot for more than 800 miles,
Slept on ground without proper tiles,
Some failed the outbreak of diseases after surviving the missiles,
Was it worth it for them to walk in those cold nights?
If yes?
Then how am I suppose to live with a free heart God?
God tell me?
©lethal
L