POOR ORPHANS OF EBOLA

Orphaned by ebola, it is hurtful to see families shunning the companies of the young ones. My heart bleeds for these young ones. I pray that many voices will come together as one to bring comfort to these children and bring hope to those who have conquered the sickness. This poem is for all those who find themselves shunned and alone because of the fear of ebola)

Tears from ebola meals

Parade the land

Needing bodies to hold their own

Because they know their departure

Through the mouth of ebola

Have put masks on the faces of their beloveds

Making them fearful caricatures

Of successors who must help ease their sorrows

Not the fault of their beloveds

Not the fault of  the successors

Not the fault of they who cry from the stomach of ebola

And in reality,

Not the fault of the hungry ebola

Preposterous?

They know the fault is nature’s

Who gave ebola such a huge appetite

Now every breath flees the conquered

Every mind flees their companies

Are we running from our shadows?

Poor orphans of the eaten!

Poor conquerors of ebola!

Poor families of the lost!

I cry you a river

I cry you a sea

I cry in pain

So sorry there’s no gain

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014