The Weight In the Wait

We still wait behind with the weight in our wait, none of the burdens has reduced but, they are adding more and more In each day that passes by. In case you see us like goats with broken legs, death is no more far, he is like a distance from our nose to our eyes. We caused the thorns in our weight; we caused it. Here, we waited for the weight to be weightless, we still sit here waiting without acting. With the weight in our wait, we sold our conscience for a penny, and watched the murderer of justice in the land escaped through our nose. We have nothing to offer anymore than bitter sweet tears and voiceless voice dying in fear. Our griefs broke from us to our home which as our oppressors phrased it were: "The ugliest sorrowful life ever seen" We still sing bitterly here with the weight in our wait. (C) John Chizoba Vincent Voices Of Vincent 2016