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:
“I am doomed! They are coming to kill me!”
with wounds all over his body.
Suddenly, another voice came:
‘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:
“Get ready to safeguard everyone you can.
There is still time”.
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