April 7, 2017
What do I tell the wind, what do I say to the sky when there is no love on this earth?
I can feel the comfort of the breeze when it touches my eyes, I can tolerate the seeming benevolence of the sky above~
But what do I tell my heart when it tries to reach out and touch the softness of some rosy cheeks,
But pull my hand away — the cheeks, they have no life in them.
Do I tell my heart,
That there is no love on this earth?
How do I hold the babies who fight to take a breath, or half a breath
When their little bodies convulse from poison?
Why is it that I cannot comfort a young father holding his dead twins, one in each arm–
Whispering tender goodbyes to them as he buries them beside their mother?
Injustices of ages come to roost on innocence
The world watches, and a
A tyrant shrugs his shoulders.
I pray, please God, let my eyes see your retribution!
Zakiah Sayeed ©