Be quiet!
There’s stench from the old
Be quiet!
And listen to the voice of the child
Blood which is same mix into the earth
Funny how the guns seem different,
Funny how the humans seem different,
Funny how the language is different,
Funny how the blood make love,
Hold hands and enter the earth in togetherness
There is that voice of a child who screams
“Get a grip on yourselves
Arrest the tendrils of hatred
Zap the life out of differences
And see the grass you’re trampling on”
Tears have made the call
Pain has seconded
Hurt has concurred
And innocence has stamped on it
Free Gaza and let’s move on.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
Mum Cee 