The Children Are Crying
The horror has continued unabated, the killing of innocent mortals in our clime, and the attendant reprisals that follow has refused to stop. The scary and slippery road we took to get here I do not understand. I never remember when we embarked on this journey until we got to where we are now. Who took us through this path, this path of damnation? No one is taking responsibility.
Known gunmen on uniform are killing extrajudicially. They torture without any recourse for reason, no recourse for discourse. Yea, uniform men kill those they are meant to protect with reckless abandon. Now the masses are on rampage. Unknown gunmen have taken over the scene to avenge the death of their loved ones. Now more innocent people are victimized. The question still remains, who is going to bell the cat?
The little children are crying, children whose parents were killed by known and unknown gunmen are crying. Those whose parents were killed by uniform men extrajudicially are crying, and those whose theirs were killed on the reprisals are crying louder. Now the little children are orphaned, no father to play with, no father to pay their school fees. They are crying because they have no one to call Dad. The children have been made vulnerable. What about the women rendered widows overnight? Women and children are the victims.
I'm beginning to feel guilty, guilty of the crime I did not commit. Maybe I should have stopped the killings or at least do something to save the children from losing their parents. Where is our conscience? Where is our morals? Where is our compassion? What about our faith, or have we lost trust in God?
I, Orochi Chikaodiri Orochi Joshua am asking for peace. WE WANT PEACE IN OUR LAND.
Copyright © Orochi C. Joshua | Year Posted 2021
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