Muted

I hear myself as I shout
But it seems like nothing’s coming out
I know I said the words
Yet it appears no one heard
Then my reflection reminds me
That I am not one that they see
So my voice dissipates in the wind
As mindless chatter descends
Upon the masses inebriating
Ensuring that they’re deviating
From all matters that elevate
Or that threaten to educate
So here I stand voiceless, screaming
Praying, Jah, that I’m dreaming
Because I see the wall of destruction nearing
And I try to warn but no one’s hearing
Muted and invisible in isolation
I ask for no dispensation
Lessons will surely soon be learned
Perhaps then my voice will be returned

The Moon Also Shines in Africa

The moon is so big it doesn’t seem so high
It looks like it’s threatening to consume the sky
I wonder if the same moon shone for you
Did you gaze at it in wonderment and awe too?
Or were you too distracted by your hunger pains
To care whether the moon waxes or wanes
I wish I could fill your belly and return your smile
And enable you to be a carefree child
I wonder why the world treats you with such disdain
Thinking if they help what would they gain
They only see Africa as a treasure chest
Not caring about the children in their quest
They don’t even talk about you, like you’re not there
But I see you little one, and I do care
I promise you I will make my very best plea
And until you are nourished I’ll stay on my knees
The moon shines like a beacon of hope in the night
Keep your eyes fixed on it and together we’ll fight