I stand in this street
With others young and meek
We are scared but we are strong
We stand tall and sing our unspoken song
You pity my people
You squander our names
Like the Invisible man
You take from under us this land
And sell it back ten fold
With shattered dreams and broken roads
Of a goal we once yearned for united then divided
Then united once more
We stand at your door
We cry HELP!
but silence is our response
We cry more.
No more shall we suffer
No more shall we endure
No more shall take these slamming doors
On our faces
Do you see them?
We are angry
Can't you hear them?
Our dead loved ones cry with us
They mourn and yell with us
As we stand our ground
We say HELP!
You turn sheep
You turn weak
We say HELP!
And you wait for us to sleep
In that dumb slumber of the mind
Its easier to feed us lies
You wish to return us
Abandon us, rid us
From your broken land
So riddled with disease
That you turn your head
And point your fingers with dread
To us and claim the ruin ours
Why is it not yours?
Only ours when its broken
Only ours when its weak
But yours when its strong
Yours when its strengthened
Yours when a reward is at its peak
Yet you do not share.
Like pigs, you eat
Any and everything your eyes meet
You devour our souls
You suck on our life
Drink from gilded glasses
And dine from silver plates
While scraps for us vermin
Lie and wait
For us the many
Yet we are marked as few
No more
We've had it
Our time is due
YOU ARE READING
Escentia
PoetryI'm writting a collection of free form, poem type stories. I dont know where it will go but I'm just writing for fun at the moment and with whatever comes to mind. Enjoy. I know I will.
