Voices On The Sky Poem by Nkwain Stephen

VOICES ON THE SKY
Voices heard everywhere,
Voices of the innocent floating on The sky of West Africa.
Voices of unweaned children,
Whose togue thirst for breast milk.
But who will breast feed them?
Their mothers are somewhere
After nowhere.
Sighs from vales to mountain tops
Is the sole melody of West Africa.
And yet if by tomorrow, the doom
Bringers are done,
And the rains wash away today's
Pains.
The winds too blow away the Ordours of the butchered.
The woe bringers shall have masses
Behind them who's hearts spark
With innocence like peels.