I captain a sinking ship
Where do we go
We who wander through this barren wasteland called life
To whom do we pray
Wen we kneel in supplication
Does He see these suffering
This senseless acts of madness
Does He see the children starving Is He seeing the world lose faith in him
I see them in my minds eye
Them kwashiorkor ridden children
Their skin shine yellow like a dying sun
Their bellies bloated, like a fully pumped ball was stuffed inside
I see them all
The children in gaza
Their childhood ripped away from them by the very same guns
That threaten their young life
Their mangled body torn apart
Homeless, their houses blown away
I see them all
All the children in the world
Suffering n smiling. And praying
But the gods were silent as they died
We know not where we are going We know not what we are doing
We pray and fast and offer supplications
And yet we Wander
This poem is dedicated to the two million children starved and murder in Biafra. No one has been charged with a war crime yet. The world has forgotten. I'll never forget. I see them all
