I'm standing on the great hill,
My eyes, locking
With a disappointing gaze,
At the state of our land,
Once fertile,ever fruitful,
It now is,
The home where destruction hesitates not,
To pay frequent visits.
I sing with angst and pain,
Wondering when this madness,
Will ever end
I have a voice,I want to sing,
But my message will fall on deaf ears,
What really happened?
We have chased power,
But to no avail,it is unobtainable,
We use it for evil,
While we happily buried goodness,
In a coffin made of gold.
Leaders with "power"
Orchestrate schemes,
That malnourish the vulnerable,while their pockets,
Remain replenished.
In pain,in defeat
I want people to hear my voice,
But lo and behold!
We listen to broken promises,
All in the name of power.
I sing to you,esteemed people of the land,
Greed is your driving force,
Corruption remains your backbone,
Immorality is a new cornerstone,
Vanity is your god,
How bold,to speak with pride like a fluent dialect!
To my utmost realisation,
Power ain't powerless,if God,
Gives power to a man,
For the good of humanity,to maintain its sanity.
I look at the land once more,
Tongue tied,tired of singing,
Enough of pleas and tears,
power is powerless!
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Songs of Revolution
PoetryThese are poems tailored to address the issues affecting our society and how we ought to live with one another in this world🌍.
