We tried our best but you’d to leave,
It pains us deep when we recall the events of that Christmas eve
They’re worth our salty tears;
For our cicatrix and sorrows prolongs over us
Mama cried in agony seeing you on the hospital’s gurney,
And this ushered us to a rough journey;
A journey of ups and downs
That made our cheeks turn a roadmap to the ocean of tears from our eyes,
For we had lost a hero of our lineage;
The one we were attached to for ages
Rage grew in me and turned out the monster I was,
It later succumb to a call of humanity clause;
For our tears had paved their way to our hearts,
Pierced and pieced it into unrecognisable parts
The scars we had on our faces extended to our torn hearts,
Making it hard for us to harden through life without flirts
Till then we’re a weak wall;
Since the gods are never in control,
But papa we are fighting the battles you left
Till forever we’ll never cleave.
©Kiraita_stephen. ®2020
Source: BAM CARES ARTMORE, POETRY GROUP