SALIENT

Salient

Quite a word that rarely takes a human form

Negativity has taken its spotlights

Unable to reach the highest peak of heights

Especially when they know where you are from,

walking without a name worthy of recognition.

Chained to the status quo of everyday hustle

Giving nothing in return as a pro bono but a wage

Yet still our backs and necks are broken by the corruption of our leaders.

While they feed off our blood, they tell us to jostle.

Our ways considered a crime later to be placed in a cage.

When the sun goes down, we ask ourselves

Is there a future for us in this place?

Or should we move to another man's land?

As if it is easy to be a nomad nowadays.

We have no where to go and no identity to boast of.

As the dawn breaks, we rise by the chirping of the morning bird.

An alarm to awaken to pointless work that only our mouths can reckon.

While our minds remain fixated on untraceable dreams,

Logic brings down aspirations to its knees.

Blurred visions placed on the eyes of our hearts.

Forgotten bonds of friends and family sails away with unforgettable memories.

Beloveds seem to suffer from an amnesia of past accomplishments obtained in unison.

Surging pain all over like electricity

Our arms are folded, eyes closed and tears flow like a stream down our cheeks.

Was it worth placing them in comparison?

An earnest cry of recognition is sent on an errand.

Beckoning for the attention of the best we are able to give.

But more was required and our manner of sacrifice refuted.

Not understanding the value, it was cast away

Just like Jesus Christ, prophesied by the prophet in Isaiah 53.

Our eyes close and open everyday

Waiting and hoping for better times

Where efforts will be noted and duly honored

A faithful heart nourished with love,

is a rare thing these days.

But so long as the sun does not seize to rise and set.

Our hearts will never fail to commit with love unfeigned

Our minds will not let our aspirations fall off the precipice

The deeds of our track record shall forever be inscribed in our hearts.

And the appreciation for only our eyes to see.

Benedict Anane©