I came across a poem that struck me the first time I read it as a 13 year old in J.S.S 3. It’s been many wars and many years since then but the poignancy of the author’s words still strike me any time I read it again.
After the bomb had fallen
After the last sad cry
When the earth was a burnt out cinder
Drifting across the sky
Came Lucifer, son of the morning
With his fallen angel ban
Silent and swift as a vulture
On a mountain top to stand
And he looked as he stood on the mountain
With his scarlet wings unfurled
At the charnel house of London
And the cities of the world
And he laughed…….
And in that mocking laughter
Across the heavens ran
He cried ‘Look’ to fallen angels
This is the work of man
who was created in the image of God!
– Mary Wilson
There are approximately 70.8 million persons in the world who are either refugees, internally displaced or stateless persons. Of these 25.9 million are under the age of 18. There are over 2 million internally displaced persons in Nigeria. The major causes of displacement around the world are wars and conflicts.
What exactly have we done to ourselves? To the world?