A Remnant Shall Return Poem by Alison Mujati

A remnant shall return

Throw this needle into the dune
Bow, a decent man will find the season of June

Sisters of flame, the fire that consumes
Givers of peace but never dictators of pace
Most of which perished for things never consumed
Never traitors but a charge for the human race
Believed extinct but are they?

Man of swords
Never fighters but soldiers of words
Wise men from the east and partakers of faith
Slew in cold blood for an enemy wrath
It is easy to kill a person, not a doctrine

When babies cry, the sound goes vain
Tears of the sun and calming as rain
It is not penalty or punishment, what people touch with their hands is horrific
Powerwise, it could have been electronic
Spirits of the ocean bedeviled marine
Babies do not die with wailing

Woo woo! , The hoot of the owl
Pitch black is the color of the night
Witches use big eyes like a torch
The world trembles
It is the first that alerts, caution come as trail

To feeble hands bullied
Fighting with no impact at all
Your bravery will not go unnoticed
Be hopeful, you will stand tall

Death has come with an end and beginning
To kill and start shades of sorrow for the remaining
There is no rest for the living
Do not lose hope your prayers will be heard

And to those unspoken words
Deeper souls, loudest voices
You have been quiet for long
Now it is time to speak out
To declare and claim what was lost
The least you have will compensate the more you have been deprived.