THE AFTERMATH
Witnessing hell on earth in the most gruesome manner,
On a day most revere.
A gruesome massacre instilling fear,
In the lives of so many faithful’s.
With tears streaming down their cheeks;
They say “thank God we made it out alive”.
The few who never went to church that day cry out saying;
“Thank god we didn’t go to church”.
A place holy enough to answer silent prayers,
Just the thought of it,
We now dread.
The smile that appears on our faces,
At the sight of the new clothes we get to wear to church has left our eyes.
As blood seeped down their skin,
They narrated bitterly the sad events that occurred.
With their heart and dreams shattered in pieces,
Tons of the bereaved lost their zeal to go on with life,
Their world coming into a stand-still,
Yet there are no plausible explanations for such attack.
They cry out saying,
“Who do we cry to?”
“Whom do we curse at?”
“Who do we blame for our heart aches?”
By
Ayo Jennifer
