DIRGE FOR ORKAA TORYILA DOMINIC
Amada Paul Israel@israelamadapaul172464
27 days ago
I try to forget
but forgetting denied me.
Each dawn reopens the wound of yesterday,
each night rehearses the same sorrow.
This truth gnaws at my mind,
a quiet ruin of thought and breath,
reality crushing mentality,
grief walking softly toward casualty,
my sanity thinning like smoke at dusk.
O earth, why did you open your mouth so soon?
O night, why did you not hide him?
Orkaa Toryila Dominic, son of peace,
your footsteps have faded,
yet your absence thunders louder than guns.
They glorify violence,
for they kill in silence
and call the night their ally.
They exalt harm as their god.
They deserve seven virgins,
forged from the furnace of flames,
for they are already attuned to its fire.
They slew a man,
with a machete, chopping off his head into pieces.
They came with terror in their veins,
and left silence in our homes.
They slew a man,
but wounded a generation.
Your blood cries where your voice once prayed.
Sleep now, gentle soul, sleep,
not as one forgotten,
but as one planted in memory.
We shall carry your name like a lament,
until justice learns to walk again
and peace remembers its way home.
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