Innocent children
sculpt on the yoke of suffering
of resentment
of having a life where there's no life
are caught in the crossroads of lands poisoned by unrepentant strife

Limbless parents
decorate landscapes
and meet their ends before the ends make giant approaches

Hunger sails like birds on flight
confusion ruthlessly tackles brains
as these children grow recusant

Forgotten and abandoned to their fate
they tear themselves to shreds
as many receive the kiss of death before even striking eleven

Yet the world veils herself in silence
they pretend not to notice any problem
nor the growing transformation of kids into beasts of no nation
yes, they wear earplugs and sunshades

Local medias are afraid of their lives
Of course because of no freedom of speech nor press
but why are international medias quiet?

Innocent and malleable minds
are ravaged by toxic thoughts
and hubbubs birth by vexed individuals and groups who baptize them
with evil dogmas
that breed savages in the place of humans

Alack,
humans without humanity
crawling fiercely just to inflict
havoc like naked tornadoes...
Yes another generation of terror trained injuriously
to dole out pains unsparingly

Still, the world in quietude sways towards dirty poli-tricking
whisking resources abroad
depleting national treasuries
while the common man
the damned suffers
and eventually peg-out like pets

How can the world be a better place when all we do is swim in greed
abandon our own
fight against each other
be envious of brothers
and wish only for their downfalls
kill ourselves in senseless wars
just to satisfy the useless curiosity discombobulation and thievery
put forth by strangers...

Alas,
how can we be this heartless?
how can we become total strangers
to our very selves?
how can we.......
how can we.......
how can we.......

ENOH EYONG ERNEST