Their Hearts Cry Out Poem by Shannon Wade

Their hearts cry out
Tired foot prints touch the dust of Somalia
Two women balance woven baskets upon their heads
Tired hands dig away on the road side
A young girl desperately digging for pearls
Blood seeps through her tired hands
She yelps in agony
Her small hand cups on to her hollow stomach
The dams behind her eyes began to break causing a flood
Hunger continues to knock but will find no answer
She drops to her knees letting out a cry
Hoping God will deliver her
Without pearls she will not see freedom
Nor will her tongue be greeted by food
Silent tears stream from a girl in Bolivia
Three men
A cold blade
Presses close to her throat
Escapes seems so far from her
Her innocence now lies in the hands of many men
The men stagger away from her shamelessly
Returning home to their wives
Hope still burns within her
Faith follows close by
There is a boy in Cuba
Covered in rags on the roadside
Rats dart past his feet
The cool wind sends chill through his body
Sickness hovers near
He feels as though he’s dying
He looks to the dark skies
Although he’s never uttered a prayer
His heart speaks for him
There’s no need for words
But in just a moment
Not our moment
But God’s moment
Deliverance will surely greet his children

By Shannon Hogan
3/5/10
Inspiration- I was reflecting on the toils and hardships the world continues to undergo. It moved me to express it through poetry, attempting to send a message about the matter.