You are not a Slave

Makoto Maruyama

The day I went to my grandmother's funeral
I looked up at the blue sky and I can still see it in my mind's eye
There were no tears
The sun was not yellow
Was I sad?
So many people are dying all over the world
Dying every day
Hundreds, thousands of people are dying
I watch the news
No tears
The sky is cruelly blue today

Imagine
Rioters burn down your house
The police won't come
The weak are oppressed
No heroes will come
You must take up arms yourself
No heroes will come
Who is the enemy?
I don't know
You are not a slave
You must be a warrior
Pick up your own weapon
Fight
Fight!
Fight back!

  • Author: Makoto Maruyama (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 18th, 2021 10:59
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 22
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments +

Comments1

  • Doggerel Dave

    To me this is two separate poems - the first I can relate to: the second, now while I've experienced some fairly extreme environments, never anything halfway as excessive as that.Thus I find it hard to connect with.
    Interesting write though, Makoto.



To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.