Grievances of being Mute
Covering the ears to not hear the sound of despair
As gunfire’s rain over once a peaceful air.
People stomping their feet to save their own lives,
Who are anxious for actuality underneath the lies.
With each pull of the trigger,
They fight for what they believe with so much eager.
A combat between supremacy and individualist,
Where understanding is lost in a dark mist.
To each side that has their own stand,
Where both want peace to grip by hand.
Going against a clash where no one knows what may take,
Will wait until the lives of the commoners be at stake?
Gun shots echoed through my senses.
And by looking through their eyes of pure grievances,
With wide eyes realizing how deaf they are to hear the truth,
Wearing an amused grin how innocent of them to know they are mute.
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A Poem reflecting the situation of our countrymen in Zamboanga.
Make peace not War :)
Laizaziness♥
