In Memory of the Victims
by Laura Martinez
Ebodia was your name
And you screamed to the winds
Laments of anxiety and pain.
You have left,
But not because you wanted it that way,
You departed because of a sad and misfortune end.
Your children, your family and your friends
Miss your sweet face,
But they know with disdain
That your innocence has been taken away,
And you enjoy the Lord's presence,
Who has opened his tender and tireless way
Of struggling against the one who thinks
That has defeated your fragile breath,
And sealed you with a marked death.
Your helpless children think of you,
And ask themselves
Where have you gone with such a stress,
And no goodbyes left.
Their lives have been destroyed
And in view of a tragic end,
They will grow up thinking that
You were their best friend,
But you won't be a witness of such a nice feeling.
Lord, have mercy on these angelical souls
Who do not have their mother anymore,
They only have the gentle touch of
A friendly hand to help them to overcome
This unexpected ending.
Your soul claims justice from heaven
That cries your unanticipated hour
When you struggled to beat the fear,
But the enemy was so strong
Not allowing you to escape on
Time from the misery and hate.
My friends who listen to this story,
What do you think we should do
To help those who dressed in black,
Quiet in the darkness of their graves
Loudly ask to end all of this pain.
volume 9(4)
This poem is copyright © 2005, Laura
Martinez, all rights reserved.
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