The Aftermath Poem by derick murunga

she lives where boredom rules,
in darkness and blues
she warms herself by the fire at night
and walks in the jungle by day.
every life was away,
only death ruled,
if only she she had wings of a dove
then she would fly away and dive
to meet those she thought were alive
sobbing and solving riddles was her work
life had wooven such a future
of only hill and anthills of the dead
both close and across.
Now she knows,
there is a solution,
yes, there is Jesus,
one greater than death,
she then sits back and watches the sun set.