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POEM: The long Wait (PT I)

The long Wait (PT 1)

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Zip my heart,
Shut my brain
Ignore the pain,
Seize my voice

Adhere not to my screams
Permit the flow my eye stream
Doubt my truth,
Shatter my trust,

In penury my life is born
In despair will I live for long?
Stony is this heart in my scene
Alive only to write pained scripts

Devastating tears clouds my brain
Jealously I guard each tear drop
Drenched my poor heart with life’s rain
Preserved for thirst, my tears useful drop

Apart am torn to mockery,
In city community; forest I still dwell,
For my living the tallest mounts I must climb well,
Still, this poverty is termed ‘is lazy’



No longer gender discrimination,
Government activities termed political degradation
Foreseen was corruption
Yet, leader has embraced with not thoughts to its ablution!

For Decades vipers are rulers
Penury and strive more for the ‘pauvre’
Voiceless and plagued with fear of seen vultures
Ready to endure the corrupt torture

Childhood dreams in ghettos
This only alert muscles and later whimpers
This bad omen to be conquered...
First, the root removed, worse appointers,
Bad governance!


By Cara Faith

Comments

  1. okeyncFebruary 26, 2016 at 12:08 PM

    . .. a nemesis called a nation
    No one can paint any better
    Its true beautiful ugly shape
    Than you just painstakingly
    did... BRAVO !

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