Posted by felix emeka george on
when i can no longer to church and mosque
when i can no longer use the earth
where can i now call my hearth
because death and suffering the earth
the silence of the thunder storm
is yet the kind of explosion;
that killing silent of thunder
of hope and freedom.
least tomorrow become oblivion
where thunderstorm and rainfall threaten
in incessant lives of an innocence
let us not let earth the earth
because they came a million miles.
if the eyes and ears is closed and lost,
the way of these thunder is the action,
sand and blood for life and peace i need