In the dead of night, she’d toss and turn,
Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead.
It was uncomfortably warm,
Even when it was cold outside.
In the distance far away,
The sound of guns and military cries,
Drown the voices of those destined to die.
As morning breaks and day awakes,
Nothing’s left for them to call their own,
And the perpetrators are nowhere to be found.
The silent wails of orphaned children and widowed mothers. greet the daylight.
Everyone sympathizes,
But none can truly share their pain.
A mother frantically holds up the lifeless body of her child,
In despair and disdain,
Flinging invectives at the one she called her creator.
Allah, God, Yahweh,
Her faith wavering and her beliefs questioned.
To her and the others,
What is hope?
For God had forsaken them,
So how can they put their trust in man?
When it is he who brings war upon his own kind?
Sam Boama
Sam Amanquah Twumasi Boama is a student at Kwame Nkrumah University of Science and Technology, Kumasi. As an aspiring poet and creative writer, he finds true meaning and feelings in the world of words. When he is not busy with studies, he enjoys reading books and poems or listening to music that sparks his imagination. Sam is passionate about poetry because it gives voice to the voiceless, and he believes it has the power to inspire, heal, and transform. Through his writing, he hopes to make a difference and leave a lasting impact on society.