The sound of silence #256Poetry

The birds have left our country,
We awake to the sound of the machine gun,
And the wailing of the mother who just lost a son.
Can you hear it?
Will you shed a tear for Burundi?

We abandoned our homes,
All that is left are bullet shells in the living room,
And sun rays trying to get in through the bullet-riddled walls.
Will you hear it?
Burundi is crying!

I remember the children’s laughter at the beach on Lake Tanganyika,
All I hear now are grenade explosions in the distance,
And all I see is fleeing Burundians.
We are bleeding.
Will you shed a tear for Burundi?

Let us keep hope alive

This poem is dedicated to the people of Burundi especially those who have been directly affected by the on-going crisis.
I pray that the Lord may hear your cries. May He comfort you and keep you strong in these difficult times. May your departed loved ones find peaceful rest in the Lord.

I pray and stand with you!

However, as it is written:

“What no eye has seen,
what no ear has heard,
and what no human mind has conceived
the things God has prepared for those who love him” – 1 Corinthians 2:9

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