Their speech
With a threat
the children all scattered
and women all tired apart
the monster has come.
"Oh! I wanted to speak up"
she says uninterestingly
"it’s already ended"
his voice reechoes
the meeting was brief,
adjourned for the next
the spokesman celebrated with his knot tie loosened
it’s a recovery from their wrath
their foreheads speak
helplessly to know
and hopeless to be listened to
later
hope has now sunken to the sea bed
tied on a heavy rock
into the oceans
drowned
will it float again
for the tides to wash it to the shores
To the doubting,
Of the voice
punishment is made to believe.
The law of power
has corrupted all
minds alike.
The woman nods her head
almost to a swing
and makes a tired whispery grasp
when and when
her stares
last short
it’s lies that surround
their world
her truth covered,
sealed not to be opened for long
it is brief.
How shall we rise
The sun is too hot
It’s time to take shelter
the night will fall
and the day ends
that’s the process
Despair.
shall we make peace
happiness alike
soon.
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Woman
Poetry'Woman' is a collection of poems that explores themes of love lust emancipation grief death loneliness and all about a she in my world.
