Consequence of Humanity

What then is the price of innocence?
When color translates power
Where virginity is bought online
And bank notes speak the language of diplomacy fluently
What then is the price of freedom?
When rapes are carried out as favours
Where beheadings can be watched in the privacy of bedrooms
And oil barrels whisper tales of genocide
What then shall we tell our maker?
Shall it be the innocent blood spilt that will drown us?
Or will we each tell our own tale of evil and sacrifice alone?
But as the forgotten toss and turn beneath us.
And human shields of ignorance stand tall.
We will sit one day and ask
Has it all been worth it?

The forgotten

The young boy who silently witnessed his mothers slaughter-

He sits at the edge of my bed and wails a most dreadful wail.

Their voices pierce through my borrowed peace.

Those lost children hovering, those motherless and fatherless.

They will seek revenge, this they have promised.

And the childless?

I saw the seeds of vengeance sprouting through the heart of one woman-

her infant torched before her eyes.

The father helpless to the greedy and violent lust over his beloved daughter-

He sits in the far corner, muttering the words of Socrates and Soyinka.  

They seek me in the spirits of many midnights  to open their heavy packages of sorrow-

The horrors their eyes have seen but their heart can never comprehend.

Their belief is that they are the forgotten peoples of a once great but crumbling nation.

Their haunted eyes, I wish I could erase-

But I cannot.