AT TIMES I WONDER!

At times I wonder!
Wondering what it’s all about
When the memories come again
Of the brutal killings
Turning sons to be fatherless
Making daughters motherless
Making landlords squatters
Changing situations in the twinkling
Rich ones becoming poor
And the poor becoming poorer

At times I wonder!
Wondering why men are so wicked
Callous, brutal and merciless
Burying seven in well, dead on top
‘Axing’ and ‘swording’ the pregnant at door
Burning family in car
Falling the sojourners as unknown
All in the name of ‘helping God’
To market religion
See how wicked man is!

At times I wonder!
Wonder if one is looking
Looking at the brutality of man
Wonder if the situation could be stopped
If the bloods could speak
Wondering if the God of all
Wants the bloods of the innocents
The widows, widowers, orphans
But yet I understand; now I know
He is slow to anger
Nemesis waiting to catch up a day
With the ‘starters’ and ‘fuelers’ of the whole

Yet still I wonder
If one could fight for God
If ever God will need one’s help
The stations seemed empty
Barracks, a battle ground
Streets, roads, everywhere covered with blood
Blood of the innocents and saints
The now crying blood for vengeance
Why wickedness, man, why?!

Now I know
Wondering gone! Reality now known
The heart of man is desperately wicked
Wars and killings everywhere
Named God’s war by the ungodly
In this part of Africa
Conspiracy of silent!
Government folds, priests watch
How long will the wickedness be?
From Eden to eternity?!
Now I understand! Now I know!