Rise Up After The Fall Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

In the sly hands of the Devil
a blind man does not walk with a cane
he is led to the slaughter
like in a quake
with tremors more alluring
than magical witchcraft
scavengers feast on his inner soul
corruption smudges his mind
and guilt knows no shame
he leaves a smudge of blood
on every door
on every house
on every community
every dream a nightmare of hoodoo
horror whiplash every disaster
no shame no shame
sometimes we become witness
to this blind man in each of us
or innocent if we do not know
how we do what we do when we do
all things created for us
in the end
Almighty God finds a way
as it was in the beginning
to look for us with hands and hearts
from every passage of hope
beyond borders beyond oceans
through the carnage of rubbles
and concertina of destruction
as voices echo in prayerful song
acts of God are showered in the depths
of our mournful hearts
in faith is our strength
in hope is our destiny
in love is our unity
in patience is our virtue
in understanding is our honesty
in togetherness is our resort
to rise up after the fall.