Stripped of all human traits,
And deprived from God's presence,
They howl like savaged Wolves,
Well, their souls atleast,
They're tears are reluctant to escape
Incase they're seen as weak,
But they are.
One shallow breath at a time,
Not a thought crosses their fragile mind
Incomplete. Imperfect. Insufficient.
All aspects of a lifeless - life
Ripples spreading throughout the River's face
As the sun beams down scorching the place
A heroic act for a tragic visage
No one wonders for them.
No worry in their hearts.
This is their final journey
Discovering a new road with a new alternative
Embarking on a final mission in the blur of a star
They walk. Slowly. As God opens his hands
They leap and sink with no hesitation
As their eyes struggle to connect to their surroundings
Their hearts frantically search for amendment
But it was too late.
Twa's near the dregs of humanity
Twa's near the River's edge.