Submerged in doubt one floats carefree
in aimless waters without hope of touching land.
Tethered with guilt and regrets one tows
his/her soul to a destiny of penance.
Overt or clandestine, pain is no one’s gain
if one can grasp what it means to be humane.
Nipped with the present’s pressing matters
leave one to drown in what one can’t take back.
Encroached with advances to redress damage
only to be rejected, leaves one distraught.
Wailing hearts are as silent as wailing babies in
the womb only heard with the right probe.
Amadou from souls yearning for forgiveness
is the best torch one ignites in tragedy’s darkness.
Leveling up in the hurt game for victims
or doers is the first step to total destruction.
Lauding indifference and isolation
instead of forgiveness is pure malice.
Ignoring a wailing heart happens when one
allocates blame in the name of being fair.
Neverland is a place where sorrow is the fairy dust
by which lost souls take a flight into oblivion.
Gone are the days when to err was humane
and to forgive is divine.. such is our sad world.