The Sorrows of a Widow
How lonely she lies, once so full of herself,
Once honoured by the whole world, she is now a widow,
The noble lady has fallen into slavery
All night long she cries; tears run down her cheeks,
Of all her former friends, not one is left to comfort her
Her allies have betrayed her and all are now against her.
Her people are helpless who are forced away from home.
They live in other lands with no place to call their own
They are surrounded by enemies with no way to escape.
Her enemies robbed her of all her treasures,
They have succeeded and hold her in their power.
Her children have been captured and taken away.
Her children groan as they look for something to eat.
They exchange their treasures for food to keep themselves alive
Her downfall is terrible with no one to comfort her.
Her enemies have won and she cries to the LORD for mercy.
Copyright © Elias Mwangi | Year Posted 2019
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment