We are Under the Shelter of their Threats
Our life is now like a cloud,
Keeps changing.
Even if we want to escape, we can't.
Burdens are transparent.
Underneath the sky are us,
floating high above the ground to adhere the head of the clouds.
We are not afraid to stand up for ourselves.
But the punishment that we might get after we infringed.
We are under the shelter of their threats.
We are the truth under their lies.
We are raised to have fear of knocking the world with our voice.
We surf on the surface of the earth,
Still stumbled on our own board.
We are under the shelter of their threats.
We are the tree that follows the whirling wind,
subject to harsh with no finite direction.
Wide awake of our actions for their eyes could discern visually.
We are simultaneously calculated based on the flow of our motions.
We are under the shelter of their threats.
We are the old picture in the frame
that decorates their wall.
We are an old chair that made them sit well.
We are the ones who gave them the rights and position.
We are the bait!
We are under the shelter of their threats.
We take part in commercial trading.
We take measures concerning their intentions.
We distribute cards to players for turning round.
We always put on a show, forced to shave even though there's no hair to pull out in their head.
We are like slaves!
We are under the shelter of their threats.
We are not yet dead
But we're breathing under our own casket of hatred and oppression.
We exist but live under their control.
We exist but live with a selfish ruler,
We are surrounded by counterfeiters.
We exist in this world but interacting with human form crocodiles.
They are nothing,
You and I are nothing.
We are all nothing on the face and eyes of the Earth.
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Under The Casket Of Hatred And Oppression
PoetryThese short poems ideas flow from my emotional self. They arrive the same way as dreams do. So always I begin with a head empty of words and let my feelings go flow. Read at your own Discretion
