I want to begin by apologizing for not sending this on Friday. I have just started my Masters studies and I had to make a PowerPoint presentation and write exams on Friday.
Today, I thought I’d deviate from the norm just a little bit. I am sending you a poem; but not just a poem, a poem that echoes the silent cries of those that have lost their sons and daughters to the socio economic challenges of society. Agreeably, more could have been said but this is just a start.
A stench of death covers the land
The villagers all come together to bemoan the widow’s only son
Weakened by hunger
Gorged by thirst
The cute infant died at his mother’s breast
The stench of death covers the land
Redeem us, O God
Break our curse,
Gather us in your mercy
Redeem us, O God
Heal our wound,
Gather us in your love
A stench of death covers the land
The congregation all come together to bemoan the minister’s only son
Given to vein passions
Consumed by lust
The brass lad died at his lover’s breast
The stench of death covers the land
Redeem us, O God
Break our curse,
Gather us in your mercy
Redeem us, O God
Heal our wound,
Gather us in your love
Redeem Us, O God
If this poem has moved you in any way, please let me know. Otherwise, that’s all for today.
Be Inspired.
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