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Seun Odukoya

 

HER TEARS

I hear the frustration in her voice;
I see the trembling of her heart
I know; she thought and still thinks I really don’t care
Isn’t that sort of after the fact?
She tries not to cry; but I know her well,
I know her heart is way deeper than any well
I know – she wishes she had done something else
Something; that might have saved him, I see different
How about the pastor who’s faith was shown to be weak?
The slain man’s wife, who believed her Jesus would speak?
How about those who stood by; caretakers
Who did nothing but commit him to the undertaker?
I’m not trying to make her forget; no
I’m here to show her there’s another road
I don’t cry anymore, I’ve lost the ducts
In my eyes, but my heart bears the hurt
And no matter what she believes…

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  1. Good day Mr. Su’eddie Vershima Agema. I read about you in Eugenia Abu’s column in Sunday Trust and was so impressed that I’m now here.
    Please keep the ball rolling. The world’s waiting for heroes like you.

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