Weeping Aloud Poem by Stephanie Apila

For the sake of our innocent children,
What wrong did they do?
Born in to this bitter and thorny world
Immaturely surrendered to the bush
Intimidated in to carnage of their own.

Walking bearing hot fire on bare heads
Succumbed some to their graves,
Beatings alongside the long journeys
Shortened breathing days of a percentage
Who will avenge their suffering?

Let alone the young trained boy rebels
Little girls cried for a miracle in vain,
When they suffered defilement from monsters
Forced in to mother hood before their ripening
No route for escape in a den of lions.

Never too late they say it's,
Younglings were usurped from sweet home
Mothers with dry eyes from tear drainage
Still store hope for their return,
I too cry for their liberty.
STEPHANIE APILA