Poetry

DISPLACED CHILD By Wakchin Nengak

Written by Editor

I’m at ease with the open field

Making friends with the skin piercing breeze

Nursed by mosquitoes

And through my feeble mind

Weird thoughts turned into wishes

I wish I was my parents

Whose bodies simply morphed to powders

As they tried to save our baby

The day fire came visiting

 

Or maybe uncle whose agile body suddenly turned limp

As he tried to save my sister

From being raped by masked men

Till her life went traveling with the ferryman

 

Leaving me aloneā€¦ O my God!

My tear-duct runs on empty

See my harrowed face, chapped lips

Sapless arms, all fixed on a hunger chiseled frame

Unfed and bare!

 

I long daily for death

To feel the warmth of its palms

That has more potency than balms

For it’s not death- a mere passage

That really scares me

But what ‘life’ has become and will still be

Should I breathe more

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.