LINES AND VERSES

The last time I met him, He had a dream. He said this society had ills But they keep asking us to wait. Why? He said this land had a heart, And it was bleeding; In all he saw wasting men pleading. He wanted to know if I saw Their pains in his eyes; He had a call – He would speak for their tears. Yes, I saw that dream. I saw a man whose blood spilled Though the cut wasn’t on him; I saw a man who’d been down Enough to tell a smile  From a frown. The next time I saw him, He wouldn’t look my way. I could only whisper to a doubtful Stranger that I knew this man; That I knew him, not long ago – I couldn’t tell him how much The man had changed. I couldn’t tell him our wealth Has suddenly become his. Jude Ifeme Follow this blog

An old and tired man says; say what you will and the world will remain the same – I met it so and I guess I will leave it so. A look at the sky, another at the earth – bear witness, if you will! A world molded by deed of words will indeed be transformed by words. A ghetto child not fed by his dream, a desolate woman starving mouths to feed; a young girl sells dignity for food – soul buried in needs. Wars fought by peaceful men urged and used by deceitful men, nations built on corpses and blood –    truth pushed beyond our reach. Hushed voices speak within. Eyes quick turned to the left. Voices silenced by greed – bedraggle consciences rule our lives. The truth beckons, what will you become? Will you let no one choice your path? Speak and wrench the earth from waste. Speak woman, speak child; speak on your way to the grave and leave nothing left unsaid. © Jude ifeme