Unheard Cries Poem by Caleb Tukahiirwa

The sound that awakens me each day;
Screamings,
Cries,
People begging for mercy,
Loud gun shots and wild fires.
Then a scared voice,
That remains deep in my mind,
‘Run son, to the forests, go’ he said.
Told me not to worry, for he’s behind me
So I ran, yes we ran.
But then, i looked back, he was down,
It was the last time i ever saw him.
We had done this since i could not remember
Many have fallen in this time of darkness
A race, a war that we understand not,
As it begun before we became and is still on
I still do run; not because i run best, but
I live in thought tomorrow awaits well
Believe in the Son of God’s last promise
A promise that we would have it all
If we let him take the wheel: