COMFORT HER PAINS by Tydale Abigail

Day38
#365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge

Go ink the writer's pride!
Write out all her joys that is now sad
Be sure to show simply clear
How religion has quarreled with her
Tell every kindred of the books
That they must write to comfort her pains

Cry loud you people's consciences!
Cry so that your tears can sail the paddles of hard 'heartedness'
Wash them from their heads to the sole of their feet,
So that they can remember how wicked their good decision is
And bid them to comfort her pains

You who are fathers of the law!
Have you not seen how broken your rigid seals have become?
Did you not agree that we have the freedom of religion?
Go now to the tormentors of Leah
And teach them the law that will comfort her pains

Fellow friends and free peoples!
Tell Leah now that you have no hand in her plight
Say no comforting words,nor make loud cries
Do not forget how her feeble strength has given you great courage
Now, rise up to the goodness of your battered thoughts
And take actions to comfort her pains

Pray,you Christians of the Nigeria soul !
Pray with fervent faith for the feeble Leah
Let your prayers shake the entries to her hostile home
And scatter the scourging squad of her enemies pride
Tell the Holy Spirit through your answered prayers
To go and comfort the pains of Leah

To you little Leah !
Stand firm and dare not shift
Make more noise from your Heavenly melodies
Show strong strength from your weak body
And teach your heathen captors once and for all
That you can comfort your pains

Tydale Abigail is a Spoken Word Poet, who has a wild fascination with the cross, a Critic, Bard and Historian.

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