Look at faces
Etched on them are grim looks
Under the unction of June 3 forced down their constricted throat-
A food their bellies despise to eat.
I feel their smouldering pain.
I feel the searing blazing heat
Emanating from vicious faces,
Stunning onlookers- sending them into jaded cries.
They peek into the seamless blue sky
For their hearts have become empty;
Empty as a murderous heart,
A big void they searched to fill.
Their pulsating screams
Transverse earthen earth in streams of echo
As prayers directed to a known God
To reverse time,
If only this God they seem to say could reverse this.
If only this was a bad dream, never to be let loose into the realm of reality
Then will they lift their hands morning after morning in rhythm of permanent praise.
But their prayers,
Though like incense that
Weaves its way with ferocious speed
And disperse itself into the solemn sky
Cannot be answered.
And grieve they grieve like babies; uncontrollably in random voices.
Some in humming guttural tunes,
Others in heart wrenching screams
Seeking for their loved once to rise from the ashes embodied in spirit and body.
Their heart wrenching sobs
Threatens to pull my balls out of its hollow sack
As I remember
Dana,Sosoliso and Bellview,
And the mangled bodies which lay
In the underbelly of the ground.
Pains embellish my soul
As I remember
Aso ministers clad in clothes
Able to feed 300 people
Their eyes behind dark goggles
Which shed crocodile tears.
Visiting death shrines,
Leaving unfulfilled promise in their teary wake
Tears which sears only their clothes;
Not their heart.
Solemnly I then prayed
That the prayers of those in anguish
Though not answered in their form
Be answered in form of karma.
That those whose hand has been soiled
Due to negligence-have visited upon them
The sorrows visited upon the souls of these families.
And that God will create afresh a new soul
Able to bear the loss.