Wretches born with ropes
Around our necks
The lavish whips of our oppressors
Abundant tears for the race;
Of the unlucky
Sad generation with beautiful pictures
The falsehood of our lives
We suffer ,
Yet we continue to laugh
Our anger , righteous anger
We claim
Only capable of pity
Not capable
Of shedding our burden
Daily is the battle we fight
To resist our homeland
A nightmare of anguish
@Fire Lily
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Author:
Firelily (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 10th, 2022 17:14
- Comment from author about the poem: Just thinking out loud
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
i think the righteous anger part speaks to me
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