What do we have in our dying country
Where children lay , their eyes dead
Where a woman of position
Is threatened for daring
Where fighting for justice is suicide .
Where a mental disorder
Is recognised shameful.
You say the law protects us
From what , may I ask
Does the law protect
When the law in itself
Causes us starvation and hunger.
Don't you feel ashamed
When the blood of your people
Spill on the decorated roads for you to ride?
Don't you feel guilty
When the farmers die
Due to murder- your kill?
What do you do , huh
When the hungry child's cry
Echoes from the cave
While you promised him home?
You will suffer
It's our money you eat
Stolen - cursed.
It will hurt.
The honour badge you wear so high
The golden crown high on your head
Albeit regal appearences
They are just thorns of hell woven
It will kill you
Eventually , the cries of the oppressed
Will drown your prideful lies.
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Pixels
PoetrySomewhere in the deep dark that resides in me - there exists a part of me that yearns to let it's feelings out. And what lets out ones feelings better than poetry? So here I have a few poems that I have written and consider worthy enough to the eyes...
