Oh, how do I breathe
when air isn't for free?.
Our daily bread
isn't enough to feed,
flower wildered inspite of rain
And sun never set for no reason
the gods turned deaf to our prayers
and the God leaves us with the plaque.
The goodies in our land are the powerful oppressors,
masses become weak
cause they lack needful ideas.
merciful anthem is far from the land,
terrorist turned the land to tour centre
causing collision
depression, recession
segregation, confusion with no attraction.
our women are punished through their children
while famine hit the land
and the poor ones were punished for things they do not.
what about the promises
I will supply your needs
and give you peace ?
now the peace is in pieces,
we are lamenting about our deeds.
POEM2018
