A beautiful and moving poem by Jamaican writer and poet, Geoffrey Philp.
Nothing makes sense anymore, my sister.
Nothing makes sense anymore, my sister.
The dead words in my mouth can’t say how I feel
And forgive me, Lord, but it hurts when I kneel.
For they say the age of miracles is over,
But when will the horrors end so that we can heal?
Nothing makes sense anymore, my sister.
Mountains of cement and rebar have buried your lover,
His smile greeted you at five every day when you shared a meal,
But breath left your body when you saw the Citadel reel.
Nothing makes sense anymore, my sister.
