unheard voice... Neglected for years and years Since time began to be clocked For most part of our existence We have been throttled by the hands Of ignorance by the minds of our torturers To be left begging for alms The food of mercy does not satiate our hunger It merely leads to indigestion and constipation Our trees have been robbed from us To be structured into furniture(s) of their choice Our rivers have been left to run into their backyard Nourishing and flourishing their gardens Made out of the stolen seeds that belonged to us And when the clock of revolution chimes No more is the voice of our call heard For the silence that is perceived Carries many reasons to go mute The empty roads open into empty verses For them every poem of our concern Is not there to be discerned
Posted on: Sun, 04 Aug 2013 04:18:11 +0000
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