I hear a song without a verse
tenor is heard
bass is lost
alto at first
but nothing ahave got
our curtains go rent
kids and women skinned alive
attacks upon attacks, another bow is bent
the vulnerable, the vulnerable just need to survive
if there is a future, protect it
if there is a present, lets see it
if there is a past, bury it
O a song is missing a singer
feet are ready; no grounds under-feet
to dance kpalongo or salsa
or souls to take a chance
but who knows whenever
kids are maimed
pregnant women ripped open
for the sins committed by another
we pour on the weak our anger
and weaker still we get
into the future a bomb is sent
and a missile is seen a messenger
humans don't repent
they just experiment the whatever
weapons come on a scout
kill the strong, kill the able,
do away with the carer
My heart !!
leave the old, leave the new; what an era
never !!
have wars been a solution
not yesterday nor today
not a day before nor a day after
if mouths can't, don't try a hand
if dialogue won't, don't send a band
never war throu what can't be walked throu
- Author: cofhypieces ( Offline)
- Published: December 27th, 2023 18:51
- Comment from author about the poem: situations seem to rip apart, no compromises on either parts...and its all hopelessness
- Category: Unclassified
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