My trembling in silence was too loud for the deaf to hear me .
In sympathy, the deaf slapped me with gestures of chastise .
Free in debt, I passed them.
Groaning for directions to my destiny .
Puzzled on how to address him, there an old chap sat on a three legged stool , poorly shaved no doubt he used a nail cutter for his beard . He crafted his face in adjustment to the prickling morning sun rays. In front of him lay a heap of scruffy, disarrayed shoes that had all lost shape. True evidence of poverty pointing to all cardinals .
We raced to give our tongues , but sadly non of us heard the other, we stared in silence as though observing the Rwandan genocide .
A strong feeling encroached my soul, intermingled smiles and tears ,everything in sight dazzled like stones lying under flowing water. ln a confused state l gained stability ,strengthening myself that even a pig's tail can bear tide . On a dilapidated door step there stood a barefooted kid with his skin outlining his ribs, lm certain even his bones felt suffocated. He stared into the abyss as though fixed on the ground. Dry layers of tears moulded a pattern of years' pain , as fresh ones trickled down. Looking deeper into them l saw multitudes of people's hands lifted high swinging left and right in lamentations of pain and unending sorrow .The jury of my conscience convicted me, guilty of such thought but l couldn't help questioning.
Where was the Creator and all his love and mercifulness????
Has he grown blind to all our throes.

*#Lord where are you?*