The World Was Silent When They Died

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By Sr. Esther Jeruto Koros (OSF)

I bring to you the story, of those of whom we never worry        

They were beings alive, oh! would that they could strive

Crushed and ousted too soon, as though of no boon

For the world was silent, when they all died

 

A massacre of its sort, a war silently fought

When Venus was enticed, a new life emerged

And the casualty only fetal, the owner’s hand turned fatal

For the world was silent, when they all died  

 

One side was shameful sneer, and the flip side was fear

The shame and the fear merged, out an evil cohort matched

Murders not avenged, murders not deserved

For the world was silent, when they all died

 

Murder the silence I say, for it deafens as clay

When the bans are needy, and the arms are ready

Should God be lured, for the gift of life

Never tempting fate, for the fruits we needn’t get  

 

A keener ear we ask, that listens till dusk 

And an eye that penetrates, and new life celebrates

Life from conception, till God harvests when old

So the world won’t be silent, when silence won’t be salient

Grant O Great Love, that the world may choose Life!


August 2020

Comments

  1. Evans Cheptumo14 August 2020 at 16:12

    Wow! congratulations it's
    nice

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  2. Peter K Rotich14 August 2020 at 16:23

    👍🏾 Good one, thanks

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  3. Unknown14 August 2020 at 16:34

    Good one

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  4. Unknown14 August 2020 at 16:48

    Very nice poem. Message is true

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  5. Unknown14 August 2020 at 16:59

    Inspiring poem ,True one

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  6. Unknown14 August 2020 at 17:09

    Very powerful pro-life message.

    Thanks sis for choosing to be a voice for the voiceless masses mercilessly massacred.

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  7. Unknown14 August 2020 at 17:23

    "murder not deserved".....good work sister, u never disappoint.. congratulations

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  8. Celest14 August 2020 at 17:53

    Its the fear n shame that drives this act 😔

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  9. Bennittes Kipyegon14 August 2020 at 18:36

    It is painful and shame for the concerned murderer to take the innocent life ,no matter how many days old.
    Mungu atusaidie.

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  10. Unknown14 August 2020 at 19:34

    Good moral teaching... congrats

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  11. Fr. Mo14 August 2020 at 20:46

    "A keener ear we ask, that listens till dusk"
    Thanks Easy, preach on

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  12. Bolabridget14 August 2020 at 21:30

    Hmnnnn . . . So sad.
    Thanks Sr.

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  13. Unknown15 August 2020 at 07:41

    The shame and the fear merged.... quite unfortunate!! May the Lord protect these innocent souls. A good one my daughter. Congratulations.

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  14. Nyabuti Peter Semba17 August 2020 at 21:48

    A true reflection of our societies

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  15. Joyzy P18 August 2020 at 11:47

    So the world won’t be silent, when silence won’t be salient

    Grant O Great Love, that the world may choose Life!

    Thank you

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  16. Elly Paul18 August 2020 at 18:46

    It's quite a shame. May be something should be done.

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  17. Unknown20 August 2020 at 13:32

    That z true. Keep it up sister

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  18. Sirmaken20 August 2020 at 21:57

    Sadly this is exactly what is happening in our society.
    Justice to the silent being

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  19. JOSEPH NAKAMET19 September 2020 at 06:01

    This should be said louder and louder for the world to hear.

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