JEREMIAD: "PAINFUL BLESSINGS" BY PROF. MEYA

We didn't ask for much

We only prayed our wishes

Our prayers were not only answered

We were granted In excess.

The painful blessings.

No more jubilation songs

We are left with sorrowful tears

What we had built for decades was flooded and plained in seconds

The painful blessings.

Raining cats and dogs

Rivers turning into oceans

Village turning into swamp

The gardens are no longer for planting

They are oasis 

Painful blessings

Death fall, from heaven

Children cries in search of family

Mother's wailing in a search.

The painful blessings 

Helpless fathers in dimming hope of searching 

The rescued are half dead 

No beginning or rather hope to rebuild 

Floods deprived our pride.

The painful blessings 

© PROF. GEORGE DANIEL MEYA

- Kenya

The poet persona laments over blessings being accompanied by new set of challenges. Such that, the problems appear more than the few blessings being received.