Temajung Michael Tanjang Poet Rhyme

While the Sun Shines, My People Perish

Years have come, years have gone
Many have slept and others, borne.
But Calm and peace is yet to be seen
For the streets are red, and so it has been.

The countryside lies deserted
Barren of animals and people long, departed
From the guns of  destruction and pain
That hitherto, has brought no gain.

The streets litter with bloody Bees
Who, in rage, burn down villages and trees,
And the bushes disclose armed lads
In their spheres of blood and rags.
Who bask in butchery and malice,
Their minds, free of peace and disgrace.

In confusion, my people are trapped in-between
In consternation, they are raped and beaten 
Bullied and ransomed like sheep
Chased and driven from their keep.

Hope, out of the window has flown
Despair, like a mustard seed has grown
And while Grandma cries over her burnt wares,
People disappear, adding to our fears.

From dusk to dawn we endure
For things are not like before
We can only hope things may one day flourish
But, while the sun shines, my people perish.
                          © Temajung Michael T

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