Trudging amidst littered corpses resulting from fatal blood baths,
I asked myself in the middle of one wade: did Peace walk this path?
Did she, in her crystal beauty pause to hold conversation?
No! If she did I won’t be knee deep in human body parts!
Then I thought me, maybe she’s off to walk the holy paths
Wherein many kneel to walk closer to He who in Heaven art.
But the squabbling and quarrelling as each said his was the right one,
Made it clear she’d surely set off stealthily amidst their word darts.
Certainly, I told my weary self, she’d be found in family hearths.
But lo, the father scolds, the kids into devils moult, and that
Mother weeps, heart pierced by innumerable despicable horrors.
Poor me, I thought the quest past, but I must now restart.
Oh dear me! I’d forgotten those tender things she could fancy, children’s hearts!
What more jolly and jovially innocent? So at the door I knocked and dropped my hat
And then dropped my jaw, as all sorts of abuses walked the place.
I ran off discouraged , my energy spent. I lay on a mat.
Maybe what I have so sought was here in my heart?
I say to myself with confidence. But amidst my silent fights
Between right and wrong, the conscience bites and cloudy darkness
I knew for sure, I’d never see that fine lass.
(c) Nyonglema Pisoh