A CRY FOR HELP

I question my heart when I kneel in prayer:
Has God forsaken us as a nation?
Why have our leaders refused to speak?
Why so much killing of the innocent people?
No one speaks louder in public;
Everyone has gone into hiding,
There is a deep well of silence everywhere.
 
As I watch the stillness of the trees against the sky,
The movement of people is of quietness,
it makes for silence;
Our land is no more fertile,
The gentle stillness is not silence:
the sound of gun provokes tension.
From the sirene of those who were to protect us,
we hear the sound of impending danger.
 
As I glanced back,
Behold a cry, like a woman in labour;
It was from a man gasping for breath,
as he stretched out his hands saying:
β€œI am doomed! They are coming to kill me!”
with wounds all over his body.
Suddenly, another voice came:
β€˜Run for safety! Don’t delay!’
A disaster is fast approaching.
 
Like a lion coming from its hiding place
Not just a gentle wind,
A scorching wind indeed:
A sword is at the throat of many.
The people in power are losing courage;
Shock and astonishment have filled the heart of many.
An order came from the silent wind:
β€œGet ready to safeguard everyone you can.
There is still time”.
 
Prisca Onyinye Nwokorie is a  Roman Catholic nun. She belongs to the religious order of β€œOblates of St. Benedict Joseph Labre” in Italy. She is a graduate of the University of Bari where she obtained her Bachelor’s and Masters’ degrees in β€œInformation and Communication Technologies for the Production of Software” and β€œComputer Science” respectively. Currently, she is carrying out research work on β€œE-learning for Developing Countries”.

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