Who Do We Run To? Poem by kelvin nwanji

When darkness sits majestically,
And calamities claim rights to existence,
When happiness is eroded,
By rushing waves of blood and tears,
Who do we turn to?

When hope is exiled from home,
And terror is lord of God's sanctuary,
When peace seems to prevail only in the cemetery,
Where we are nothing but nothing,
Who do we turn to?

When the corpse of fathers litter about paths,
And trampled upon by escaping youths;
When widowhood begin in the times of orphans
And barrenness becomes a gift,
Who do we turn to?