HOPE WAY BEYOND

I see their melancholic eyes
Looking longingly into a distance
They sweep across the sand, dry twigs and carcasses
Of their loved ones and their only source of hope
They pierce fiercely into the horizons
Seeking for answers of the unknown tomorrow
Asking silent questions
Of their obscured destiny

I hear them silently sob
These famine stricken survivors are straining to be heard
They are pleading for a single meal donation from the well wishers
To fill their rumbling stomachs for the moment
To enable them to at least see another sunrise
And hope to build their dreams for tomorrow

They crawl with their withered bodies through the kilometers
To their soul glimmer of hope
To the hunger camps
They want to relieve the hunger pain in their stomachs
That have gone hungry for days
Yet many of them never get a chance to get there
Because their weak bodies give way to exhaustion
And their frail hope flies away

Yet they persist
Believing in each sunrise
In a future they do not comprehend
In dreams that seem to be vain
Dreams that could be
If all people embraced humanity.

I see them fight for their lives
In the battle of life
They want to live a carefree life like children
Away from the carcass and the dusty bare land
These survivors want to hope in a tomorrow
They wish hope to see the sun rise again someday
With good tidings.

By Judith Bosire