He witnessed the rise and fall of the tides,

Leaping over the sea that seemed so milky in the moonlight.

Gloating over its graceful strides,

The rumble of the colossal sea was all he could hear that night.

 

The stars twinkled in the darkness,

And the moon in the blackness

Gazed dotingly at him and his boat,

As he was carried swiftly afloat.

 

How long had he been at sea? He wondered,

In the company of the clouds that thundered.

A companion in their joy and gloom,

He realized that he hadn’t felt human since many moons.

 

He wished he had a home that yearned to heal his scars,

Waiting patiently for him like a wife with open arms.

Tearing past the viscous foam,

The pit in his stomach would remain evermore.

 

Any piece of the earth he’d set his foot on,

He knew he could never regain what he’d lost.

For his loved ones were long gone,

Preys of the “war”, painful and prolonged.
 

He was a lone ranger,

A lone survivor in danger.

Away the famished man was from his nation,

In the custody of God’s ungodly creations.
 

Life would have started afresh and anew,

By the time he reached a place his eyes never knew.

An epiphany dawned upon him, distressing but true-

He may never live to see the utopia he’d always wanted to.

A place devoid of guns and swords;

Of deafening bullets and abuses for words;

Of blood impregnating the swards;

Of the bloodied cadavers of men, women, and their wards.


The lone traveller in despondency,

Envisaged wistfully,

A time when everyone would live peacefully,

A dream that would may converge with reality.

 

c. 2017