What do I tell the wind, what do I say to the sky when there is no love on this earth?

I can feel the comfort of the breeze when it touches my eyes, I can tolerate the seeming benevolence of the sky above~

But what do I tell my heart when it tries to reach out and touch the softness of some rosy cheeks,

But pull my hand away --- the cheeks, they have no life in them.

Do I tell my heart,

That there is no love on this earth?

How do I hold the babies who fight to take a breath, or half a breath

When their little bodies convulse from poison?

Why is it that I cannot comfort a young father holding his dead twins, one in each arm--

Whispering tender goodbyes to them as he buries them beside their mother?

Injustices of ages come to roost on innocence

The world watches, and a

A tyrant shrugs his shoulders.

I pray, please God, let my eyes see your retribution!

Zakiah Sayeed ©