Woman

iv

I see them hurting
I see them in pain
I see them hungry
I see them lacking
I see misery written on their faces.

I see them cry
Cry so hard in the night, I see their tears
During day. I here their suffering whispers all over

I see a dissipated generation
I see a half-baked society
I see fathers undress their own
I see the good of the society turn into monsters.

I see them, so I cry
Cry so hard.
They have abandoned that that we taught
Them. That that was meant to be passed on

I see them the many malnourished children
In the compounds
God said, ‘we produce and fill the world’
Their whispers are in the air.

I see the boy child
Only one day left to breath his last
I see misery
I see hopelessness in his eyes
I see betrayal
I see regret
I see pain
"not his making "

His eyes wide and white
And yellowish tears
That speak of the rotting inside

I see humans, inhumanity and humanity
I see a once created beautiful.
I see love at the end of daybreak
I see a mother that cares
I see one that is pinned on the wall
With a 7-inch nail
Like Jesus on the cross
I see failure
And love in her drops of tears

I see love on the streets
I see love in the village compounds
I see regret in their eyes, I see love on their souls

I see caring robots
I see man like an old snail shell,
Thrown on the river banks by the waves.

So, I cry
I cry for society I can’t change.