The sky lies emotionless
Far from pates of the helpless
Who like dead wood, are visibly drowning in seas of sadness
I know your heart bleeds for all your seeds
Lord of the earth! Rain your favours!
The earth sits hard in a sky battle
Uprooting supporting trees
Breaking bones of all fallen
Whose skins weep at their red tears
As veins plead for their well being
So blood can freely flow
Like desperados, they pray at thy feet
Lord of healers! Rain your favours!
Many are confined in shackles of poverty
Losing loved ones as horrifying as their beheading
Their tears like a fountain
Flowing from spirit to soul
Soul to body in shameful repetitions
Oh Lord of hosts! Rain your favours!
I know some have been tied by ropes of lies
And taken into caves of den-like prisons
Watched keenly by judging ignoramuses
Their hearts, their only true testifiers
Yet with no legs to walk into interrogation boxes
To free their hosts
Lord of lords! Rain your favours!
Societal expectations are burning the wicks of many lives
Their non conformity, an enemy to their loved ones
Raining loneliness on them
Even in the midst of many
Lord of firsts! Rain your favours!
There are lost souls following greed bowls
Thinking they hold keys to their heaven
And like sheep, tied to poles of manipulations
Bleating only on orders of fake instructions
Lord of all! Rain your favours!
You see the winds of trouble in the lives of all
You know the standing tall and the hurt in fall
You know the caged and hopping eagles
You know hearts being baked in ovens of unfairness
You know the best paths of multiple paths at the junction of dilemmahood
You do know of owls whose eyes mark pitiful ants
In a treeless and soilless realm
Lord of mercy! Do rain your favours!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 29th October, 2017
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