Do we see what others see?
The hidden pain, the quiet plea,
Heavy chains begging to be free,
Leaving scars on hearts grown weak
Who will speak when silence screams?
Who will hear the fractured dreams,
The sighs and cries of anguished souls,
Battered by life’s relentless rolls?
Terrorised by shifting fate,
Tossed by storms that will not wait,
Dragged through nights with no relief,
Carrying the weight of grief.
Who will stand? Who dares to stay?
Who will listen, not look away,
Offering grace as crowds pass by,
Restoring hope where spirits lie?
So here’s the question we must face
Do we know the pain’s true place?
The force that pulls the voiceless down,
Wrapped in fear where doubt is found
MARYANN BOSAH 