The first page of a new anthology
I hear the sound of my favorite words
Like art, music and photography.
I see the footprints of my past and thoughts.
Feeling of excitement from my fingertips
The words of understanding from my bare lips.
I can'...
Do not speak; For I'm forced to stay quiet. For the truth I seek, My heart like a bearing drum is disquiet.
I hear screeching cries, I feel walls breaking. How do I deny. The fact that my family is falling.
Do not speak you say? How easy it must be for you. The truth would prevail, someday. And a soul won't be there for you.
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This poem point fingers at selfless politicians hiding the truth from the masses, rapist having their ways out of court/prison, and even closes family members cheating on themselves. Well, good news! It's won't last forever!
