I am trying

I am trying to understand how over

200 souls can be bought and sold,

sloshed then moulded. Their

emotions mutilated!

I am trying to understand the origins

of your cruelty, how their cry can be a

song of fulfilment in you.

I am trying your cruelty

as I see them with blood dripping

dripping down their nostrils.

I am trying to understand how you

can insert poverty in their mouths.

I am trying to understand how you

can create these permanent scars

and go sleep in your warm bed at night.

I am trying to understand their dusty

road, but every time I listen to their story,

you come then you slice,

chop and take away a piece of their lives.

I am trying to reach out my hands of love.

But every time I reach out I come across

your saliva, your brutality, your wickedness,

your unkindness!

Nobody punishes you for indiscretions,

for these poor souls die each day!

I am trying to understand your brutality

as I am praying for their healing.

I am trying to silence their cry

without being fragile.

I am trying to give them peace of mind

without falling into depression.

I am trying to feed them without

being hungry.

I am trying to quench their thirst

without creating a drought

I am trying to clothe them

without being naked.

I am trying to teach them and break

all barriers of ignorance.

I am trying to keep them safe without

being in danger.

I trying make them happy

teach them how to dance and shake

off their scars.

I am trying to hug them

I am trying to love them

To tell them its okay, give them that

shoulder to cry on and blow their frustrations away.

I am trying to understand how you

aren’t punished.

I am trying to understand how you can

hurt them with them with your knives and their

cry is a song satisfaction to you.

I am trying to chase you away but

every time I turn around you come

with your knife then you slice and chop

and take away a piece of their lives.

I am trying to show you that these are humans

and that they cannot be bought or sold with your

so called price tags you attach to them.

I am trying to show you not to hurt

them because you hurt their mothers too.

And if your mother were to find out what

you do them she will hurt too.

I am trying to open the gates so that

they can walk freely. During the day,

in the morning, at night without

being trapped in fear.

I am trying to wipe their tears, restore

their homes.

I am trying to open your eyes

and make you visualise what you are

creating.

Blood is spilled because of you.

Tears are shed because of you.

I am trying to open your eyes and

makes you visualise what you are creating.

Nothing but pain and permanent scars.

Open your eyes and see what you are creating.

– 2014