Behind the close doors tears are shed,
tears of confusion and fear of what is unknown
Truths are held from the naïve, kept to protect us so they say;
but the truth is we can hear the qualms between the statements said in passing, slowly they eat away leaving holes for us to see through.
So young but I swear I saw in her eyes life being drained out of her mortal body
so innocently she smiles,
under the pillow she cries for her childre, pain and laughter hides in her smiles
I, standing on the other side of the window can see everything happening, as the moonbeam, we stand isolated,
what has befallen this land that was once so beautiful, the grain and wheat was enough to feed everyone, but one night, one workman came in at and stole
the thief! with him, he took the land’s protector
Out of greed and selfishness,
he robbed them but little did he know that no one can steal from the master’s fields and prosper,
with mammies he now lies, cold with regrets tormenting him for eternity.
With thousand stars I would buy for you to see the famine you have left for your offspring,
you ruined her and now, she, like you will follow and live them behind,
them that would give the whole world to make her stay behind to see her inheritance
Should I be granted the power to rewrite this narrative, you man of short sight would not be part of the cast.