O leaders of our land
To show your great might
You make people fight;
And when you preach hate
And use poor folks as bait
Doesn’t your conscience bite
And don’t you feel their plight?
O ivory tower men,
Secluded in your den
Don’t you think YOU sin
When causing useless din.
How can a nation rise
When its folks are not wise;
When we all fail to unite,
Then might is akin to right.
Open up your eyes
Before the last goodbyes
O people of my land;
Let divisionism be banned.
Let us join our hands,
Without seeing caste or skin.
For if we fail to wake up
The deep will pull us in.
And no one will survive
This nasty hatred drive.
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Sussed out several of your poems - so I know your heart is very much in the right place.
Your lines 'How can a nation rise When its folks are not wise' is the question, the answer not easy. If the folks can, they should study the processes of history, for “Those who do not learn history are doomed to repeat it.”
That is, if they have the chance....
thank you so much for your comments- it seems your heart is in the right place too, if you can understand my feelings conveyed through my verses...I really appreciate your feedback
so timely and worded
with that sincerity
of insightfully arrowed, precision..
thanks for sharing!
(I laud your control and capacity
to express yourself eloquently
while penning
what must have been such an emotional write,
even if the only emotion, present
was that uncontainable
infuriatedly bristling
utterly dispiriting, frustration)
thank you for your wonderful comments..it inspires me to write more about things that touch me
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