WHEN THE INNOCENT BLEED
By Sr. Amaka Stephanie, MSHR
Risen just like any other day
A bright morning in our supposition
It will be;
Unknown to us the enemies watch
Not from afar this time
But very close to us
Counting, watching and waiting
As the clock ticks
Their heart beat
Waiting for the precise time to hit
As the innocent moved around
The place of their untimely death
The enemies’ heart rejoice
For they see their imminent death
As the fresh breath covers the air;
They smell the air of blood
Of smoke, of dark night soon to come
The murderers, the killers of the innocent celebrate
They killed us
The shot the innocent
They splashed the blood of an unborn innocent one
They celebrated the helplessness
Of a vulnerable child
As they held the riffle of death toward them
Mothers wailed; they hurled bullets at them
Fathers confronted them;
They blasted their heads
Children ran helplessly
They trailed them with
Their merciless gunshots
Oh! Oh! Oh!
The innocent bleed!
The place of merriment and happiness
Turns red with sorrows
The blue sky
Turned to black skies
We saw, we cried
We were wounded
We were left with deep pains
Oh! The innocent bleed
A day black and bloody
When the thunderous sounds
Of the bullets rained the air
Where heads were bowed down in fear
Where the big, the small, the mighty
Were brought to the ground
When strangers, visitors and home people were massacred
When blood became a common sight
When our brothers, sisters, mothers,
Fathers, friends, colleagues
Whose voices we heard couple of minutes ago
Was silent for eternity
Where homes well made and left for some hours at least
Were left forever
And city morgues became their abode.
Oh! The innocent bleed
They died violently
Oh we saw, we rained heavens with supplications
We waited for news everyday
We cried, we died alive
Oh! Each hour an innocent one is slain
We watched helplessly, we prayed, we hoped.
They went to come back soon
But it was never again
Like a dream or nightmare turned into reality,
We forced ourselves to wake from this night of horror
But alas, it was a broad daylight affair
Night and day had no difference
For even in brightness, we saw darkness
We saw death
We smelt blood
We touched wounds
We were helpless
Our friends became fallen heroes.
The unborn brutally denied
The light of a new day;
Destroyed in the comfort of a loving mother’s womb
Oh! Oh! Oh!
They killed us
They injured us
They fired at us
They hailed fire and heat on us
Oh blood of our dear ones
Oh our friends and heroes
Oh! A day never to be wished for;
Never to be thought of;
But ever to be remembered
When the innocent gave their blood
and their beautiful life snatched away.
Dedicated to the victims of the Westgate mall attack on the 21-9-13.
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