Poetry: Is there love

by Omire-oluedo Tubor

 

That beggar on the street

That sick man outskirt of town

That motherless baby

That innocently aborted baby

That girl that was raped

All they ask is

Is there love?

 

That poor widow undergoing torture

That mentally deranged without care

That lonely patient with terminal illness

That less brilliant classmate that is mocked

That blind man

They still ask

Is there love?

 

That battered wife

That barren woman being mocked by the mother-in-law

That congenitally malformed baby

That innocent prisoner

The question always in their mind is

Is there love?

 

They are so minute, you say

They are not worth living, you think in your heart

Why were they born? You ask

They are abandoned by us

And the stigma deepens

Their souls very weak

Is there love??

 

Why don’t we see them as our brother

Why not see him as your child

Why not see them as God’s gifts

Put yourself in their position

Tell yourself “it could’ve been me asking”

Is there love?

 

Is there love?

The unchangeable love

The unconditional love

The passionate type

Deep down from the heart

Is there love?

Just a little compassion

Just a little care

Just a little smile

Just a little gift

Gladdens their heart and removes the pain and question,

Is there love?

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