I have this poem I wrote this afternoon. This poem as I think speaks our mind as country people. I write and forever open this for edit and critics. Thanks Oga(s) The Corpsed Prophesy: Wind shall be back To this land of fury. Rain shall fall Like it does in due season Our hands shall be glued to the riches of our nay-tion Together we shall sing songs of ode Hail our land with anthems of oneness But.. This sun failed to dry The fallen tears of our foremen Tender palms wouldnt soothe Away the whip of sadness Our voice heard over the rivers Are graved in the silence of greed. Our songs are dirges and lullabies that lures our children to sleep on nutless throats. So.. Prophesies do tell fairy tales cubed in promises. Our land is not yet free From the soaks of blood and sours of milk. Our sky shall still Be hunted by well known shadows. We are still in the Century if fools. Shall we loose hope, O homeland? No! This prophesies may be dead But we await a living one. ©tohquality
Posted on: Sat, 30 Nov 2013 16:27:16 +0000