Inside the four walls is our safe haven, is it?
It might be, but what about the kids being ruthlessly tortured?
Beaten black and blue, hung from the ceiling naked.
Skin ripping off from their flesh, blood dripping from the wounds,
Eyes swollen red, tear strains on their cheeks,
Rolling on the muddy floor, wailing for a little mercy.
When their tongues should taste the sweet milk of their mothers,
Why are they forced to taste their salted tears?
Where are their safe havens?
Where can they run away from this cruelty?
Why are you leaving unhealable scars in their hearts?
I will never fathom!
Childhood should be filled with innocent laughter's, shouldn't they?
Why are you bastards rotting it for them?
Stop making money from their bodies!
Stop eating from their flesh!
Stop making them snivel!
Stop being so merciless!
Stop making this world a nasty place to live in!
Let them go, let them go to their safe havens!
Ammu Aniyan
YOU ARE READING
MY VOICE
PoetryThere's nothing better than giving voice to your thoughts by penning it down. Here is "MY VOICE" a collection of poems, which are absolutely not flattery or unreal material, but bear truth that we usually leave unspoken. I was indeed afraid to speak...
