Oh, your colours lure me into hidden spaces
I fall down many holes, at first, unperturbed
Until, I hear soft whimpers like puppy dogs
But, no, they are little children
Crying softly into the night
Lost beyond all sight…
Please, please, Guatemala!!
You must recover your missing children
Bring them back from the hell they have been
Forced, coerced and sold into! Yes, sold!
Beyond any and all humanity… How!
Save the ones still left behind
From the wicked, within
Those high orphanage walls
You KNOW the ones!
Who shall ever sleep a solid wink
Until all the children have come home?
God help Guatemala
Honor and love all her beautiful children
As children were meant to be
Nurtured, cherished, valued and protected
A celebration of the movement of Christianity
Vibrancy, humility, pageantry
Still, its beauty can’t hide the truth
Wafts of sadness curl around me
Like incense lit for procession
Choking, blinding me
The knowing, so heavy
An unbearable weight
The temperature, so hot… But,
Cold blood runs through my veins
I fear, I shall never return.. For,
I could not bare to hear another person cry
For dead, dying and missing children
Guatemala, you have forever, seared my heart.
Featured image- Child participating in a mournful procession during Semana Santa, Antigua Guatemala, April 2017