Concern
Look into those weeping eyes,
tell me that you see her comfort
stuffed into a greedy furnace
look into the sanctity of his heart,
please tell me, you see cracks
in it, faults by a cardiac earthquake
with the eruption of blood,
killing it's existence
See deep, hear deep,
see and hear
the cataclysmic turbulence
of her soul,
the way nasty tornadoes
of misfortune have blown away
his life,
with an airy ink of defeat,
hear the chuckling of hurricanes,
wrestling and strangling her
destiny to death
Pay attention to him,
a sunken city,
swallowed by a tumultous flood,
watch her,
bleeding from the sharp stab
of excrutiating experiences;
And let sincere tears
well down, your eyes as well,
let your heart burn in
a frying furnace of guilt
let your heart be
filled with the cracks of worry,
for seeing someone
who has been dumped
in the scrapyard of life
let your blood erupt
by the hormone of solicitude,
for someone whose beliefs
are in crutches
and whose confidence has
been crippled by the
menacing, laughing turmoil of life
Be concerned,
let's care for one another,
be a handkerchief to a weeping soul,
an ointment to an aching heart,
turn their tears to honey
and you shall be blessed.
By Kakraba Afful
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