[Poetry] HER PETROLEUM By Sarah Faith
As if the crises is not enough
as if the fight(i)ings are never ending
as if the lawlords don’t administer
as if the people don’t have voice.
When the prophetic eyes can’t see
when now those in power do not understand what is happening
when now her only hope is dying
a nation like ours is hitting the mud.
Calling her our last resort is like calling a dying man back to life
her most treasured gift
her most cherished possession has now become her most dreadful fear
Her child can’t suck because the mother is in chaos
her fathers can’t sleep because his mind is as a ragging stone
the power can’t act because the Rubicon has been crossed
are the gods now to be blamed for the talented ones?
what happened to the confidence of her other treasures?
why did this gift bring the most pain?
Should we hide now when night falls on us all?
undo; a fire that must now be put off
a gift even from the gods cannot be cursed.
© Sarah Faith