Pain

The hands of fate

Pain is the long face
People wear in harmattan
Pain is the score of overcrowded buses
Swindling and dangling on epileptic roads
That has long overdue for overhaul
Like this regime needs rehabilitation
Pain is the long mask
Of faceless government
The cries of motherless babies
With no hope for milk nor suck for meal
Pain is the fear in our eyes
Your eyes;their eyes
You,yes you
That look in your eyes
Like the sun wouldn't rise early
Is the fear of the unknown
A fear that has eaten deep in us
That we know not what to fear
Pain is the scar on our conscience
The dreams they took from us
The patch we couldn't stitch
The dead we dread
The life we never had
And the pain that refuses to heal with time

Author's Note

The hands of fate