They say who laughs last laughs the best.
What of the one who screams the loudest?
Who will listen to his cry?
Who will lend a hand?
Will you give a him shoulder to lean on?
How do I hear your screams?
While my own have pierced my eardrums deafening me.
How can lend you a hand?
While I hold onto the thin thread to survive.
And the other holds onto the hourglass.
How can I give you a shoulder to lean?
While mine is bare and bruised.
Just a stretch of my arms and I am in tears screaming.
The screams have left us hollow and in despair.
A bottomless pit where every soul whines.
The gods too have become crazy.
The rebellion, revolt, the mockery and hurling of insults.
The mumbles and chants used as worship have broken the sacred altars
Their dwelling place, their home.
In return they too have retaliated with screams.
Unleashing their anger through storms, floods and pestilence.
© edwin rukungu
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