There are voices in the dark
Yearning and yawning to be heard,
They are hidden, stigmatized
And some truncated.
See, they die in trauma and with trauma
They are sick of trauma
Down, downcast, downtrodden in downtown
They look yonder and they wonder
Because they are marginalized.
Hunger, poverty, segregation, discrimination
Hate, bitterness and greed against them,
No one ever cares to hear or save them.
Voices, chants, prayers, wishes and dreams
Visions, missions and assignments
They wander in chaos
And wonder in bias,
Life dawns darkness on them.
Look, hear them roar, listen, help them soar
They have wings like eagles
Let them live without shackles.
CHILD AND WOMEN ABUSE
Children are gifts, special gifts
They bear talents and dreams
Lineages hook and line along them
Posterity anchors on them.
We kill them by actions and inactions
Abusing lives and misusing gifts,
We keep them far from peace.
We bring war carefully
And crush them carelessly
Mess them up for pleasure
Ruining futures carelessly and carefully.
Abuses, curses, and fates
Barricading hopes and love
Silencing peace and unity
Demarcating the world.
Children see hell, before being sent to hell
Women taste hell before trekking to hell
The world just hurts.
But we can keep them safe
Develop and love them better,
Children and women are lovely
Great gifts from nature
Beautiful treasures to be cherished
Yet we harm them cruelly.
©® Ngozi Olivia Osuoha, Nigeria
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