Dreadly Earth, Heavenly Hope
Wailing like the sails of a trouble boat
Upon the sea amidst a storm, like clouds
Silent screams, like the stirred souls we can’t hear
But heaven is my hope
Unsure of T’where, like wood that is afloat
Not it would steer, the current takes about
So many concealed canvases I fear
But heaven gives me hope
Where would this tune that plays so loud, this note
This one that makes us dance like we were touts
I know not where it leads. To life or death?
But heaven is my hope
What would the penny that you save to gloat
Bring you, while your neighbour’s lack avows
With my eyes I watch. I can’t cease your breath
But heaven gives me hope
My hands can’t help! Eyes watch our values die
It’s heart had held a blade, and for so long
Poor kids that to earth come, your timing’s wrong
Let heaven be your hope
Plagued with impatience, greed that make gods cry
Strength filled arms folded oft, and hurtful tongues
We wrongly pride ourselves on what we’ve got
So heaven kept it’s hope
Our fathers had been humanly! We’re vile!
Our mothers helped all things like they were one
I hope that these saintly pasts would return
O heaven hear me hope
Man’s heart had loved and true, in pasts it had
It never told a lie nor nursed illness
Alas, now lastly filled with wickedness
O heaven, where’s our hope?
Copyright © Dominic Amezimi | Year Posted 2017
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