It is its time
So we must be mute
The thief who steals without being caught has stolen
Yet again, as we watch without seeing, severally in just a day
We must not cry and whine
Because even that blesses his next hunting
You can cry
You too can cry
He too can cry
She too can cry
They can also cry
But I will not cry.
Water may just wash my eyes and pass through the gutters of my vision
But I promise you it is not tears
Because I know that one day will be our day
One day, just one day,
There will be a great seer
A seer of seers who will see and arrest the larceny death
Then, I will do nothing but give one instruction
“Open your mouth let me see your teeth!”
Surely, it is my belief that the many souls
It has eaten, may have left their marks
They must all leave their marks
Sumptuous foods certainly leave traces
They don’t just leave as foods
Then I will ask wronged thugs to remove its teeth
And let me keep them
To look for traces of hurt
Of pain
Of dejection
Of unhappiness
Of worry
Of regret
And of yearning
I know that day will come
So I will cry not
For death, I know, is conquering to be conquered.
RIPP Eli Aidam from the Ghanathink foundation and Barcampers.
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