Love On Death Line

I have not eaten today, But my heart is filled Not hungry of affection. I had a fill of you last night A fill of you for a life time All around us are walking corpses Corpses of political disregard Humans of no nations Even when they are bona-fide citizens Your blood and mine flows in them The government abhors the poor Feeds them with empty promises Shoves them through the door They pay the bills For social amenities they can’t find Pay taxes for their castles Government built in the air But we know their ancestors Filthy dogs eating from the king’s crumbs No; Lets not unknot the knot Soon a messiah might heed us In heaven’s book of life, I heard the poor names are there In here’s book of life It is deleted. Thus, in your head, Lays your kingdom and glory Get rich or die trying Or; be their poor and keep sulking. Well, like them I saw… I have not eaten Flesh gone weak to skeleton Nevertheless, The solitude of love within Keeps me living; I am breathing But I am moving, Towards your direction I see your beam I feel new When I see you From my heart Seeps through the rays of the sun Its fun; this love on death line We survived the genocide We survived the war We survived love We survived us I love you too. This poem is dedicated to the abused tribes of Rwanda and Nigeria during their respective civil wars resulting in near human annihilation. Though time has passed, we still feel your pains chilling our bones. The survivors.