ABEYANCE

To all the subjugated people of the world
When life's storms thunders and clouds begin to rain
And I feel so desolate that no one comprehends my pain,
Adversities burrow like herds stampeding into my life
The adversary's bar rises and I see myriads of strife

I care not to ask the questions that always begin with why?
So in the still of darkness, I keep my head up - high,
Good is supposed to come out of everything, no matter what we do
But with so much pestilence, I wonder if it's true!

Who can really say if it is choice or destiny?
For the dolorousness that continues to fall on me,
Doldrums continue to strike in the daylight and the night
’Tis myopia, I no longer know whether I am wrong or right

So! Who can be my adjudicator in this world that has gone so mad?
For the hungry and the suffering, it is all so very sad,
Where is the vehemence to represent all that is right and good?
It certainly is futility to think we live in brother-hood

Thus, I want not to be looked upon with any thought of forlorn
For without any ambiguity, from this world, I surely would be gone...

 

by sheriffgali

Author's Comments:
"Only God's mercy and grace can placate our fears of pestilence and dolorousness..."