agriculture
Silence
Ugonna Wachuku
There's grave silence
accross the earth seen.
Hidden hearts preach in
cities for growth, for
social justice, for
dying humankind's
well-being globally,
for fertile farmlands
and humane harvest.
Inequality blooms!
Silence! You don't
count!
Church bells are silently
ringing at the distance.
Temple bells are also
ringing. And Mosque
calls mingle with these
ringing bells alive.
I can hear the women
and men singing. I hear
humankind singing:
I can hear you from
Essertines. I can hear
you from Nigeria!
I can hear you from
Mexico! I can hear
you from these United
States of America!
I am
human!
I am
red
b
l
o
o
d
!
I can hear you from
the woods. I can hear
you from this earth!
I am uncounted
human!
I can hear your voice
from the other village.
Yet, you are so far
away. But I am still
human unloved!
But with the clustered
brilliance of your waving
hair, you will come in
silence.
At the warmth of the
evening sun, you will
smile in silence. I too
will watch in silence.
Night shall come with
golden lamps to give
you hope and unforgotten
love with cherishment;
to give you the silence
of yearning hearts walking
the lush landscape of my
beckoning soul:
That loving mutness in
sweet sad silence seen
across our breathing
blue earth!
There's grave silence
accross the earth seen.
Hidden hearts preach in
cities for growth, for
resilience, for soothing
social justice, for fresh
farming and harvest,
for dying humankind's
well-being, globally!
Inequality is King!
Skin colour brightly
bars in hidden
hearts!
Silence!
Silence!
Silence!
Yet, I can hear your
handsome hate from
the
w
o
u
n
d
e
d
w
o
o
d
s
!
