I love writing poems and I haven't shared any with you recently, so for the next couple of posts, I am going to share one of my new poems. Enjoy!
Being Their Voice
They have eyes to see
their world crumble to pieces,
their friends burn in the flames,
the light fade to black.
They have ears to hear
the screams of their children,
the cursing of their adults,
the crackling of bones of their dead.
They have a nose to smell
the rotting flesh,
the burnt wood,
the fowl mess in their streets
They have hands to feel
the splinters piercing their skin,
the gravel tearing their feet,
the scars that will never heal.
They lack a mouth
to tell of the horrors of their world,
to ask for help out of their hole,
to relay their stories.
The Bible is filled with stories of
God impacting the lives of
the underdog,
the meek,
the loser,
But someone had to tell them,
someone had to write them down.
there was someone then,
who cared for their stories,
to write them down.
what about now?
who is going to step up
and tell their stories.
whose going to spread God’s love,
by telling of God’s love in their lives.
The strong,
the powerful,
the wealthy,
benefit from listening to
the stories of the poor.
Are you going to be the one to tell them?
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