BROKEN LINES 1
A
soldier is wounded yet his very own cast him away.
His
missteps in the battlefield have made him to be neglected like a
rotten corpse.
He’s
bleeding from the deep bruises of the enemy’s attack,
He
desperately needs a helping hand, but finds no one he knows to come
to his aid
And
is left to suffer his excruciating pains in a world of his own
Then
out of the blues, he felt a strange hand giving him relief.
The
same fellow beckoned on him to follow him into the dark which he did.
A
totally strange world he found himself ,that has never had any beauty
in it.
The
heartbreak caused by the dejection he suffered from people he thought
were his family made him seek a new belief that has lured him into
the dark world of profanity.
Why
do we reject our own and making life a living hell for them?
We
call ourselves members of the same body, but we let our own suffer
their fate alone.
Why
do we let our own fall prey to the hunter’s trap?
We
share in Holy Communion from the Lord’s Table, but we can’t be
our brother’s keeper.
Why
do we turn a blind eye to the demise of the soul of our very own?
We
preach love, yet our hearts are far away from each other.
Why
do we allow the thick dark clouds of evil dominate our own?
We
call on the name of our only true God together, but we don’t
practice what we preach.
Why
do we reject and abandon our own to die at the forefront of the
enemy’s attack?
We
claim to be friends that would stick closer than a brother, but we
are nothing more than familiar
strangers.
Why
do we fail to help our own and leave them to fail deep into the
devil’s nest?
We
are the church, yet we reject our own and make them castaways
What
do we do now to rescue our soldiers held in captivity?
To
be continued…
---- by
Nwosu J. Obichi
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