Brothers In Hatred
In the black days of the deadly pogrom
Why thou rose against me with dreadful weapons
Of such magnitude that even the rocks shattered in pain
Never had I imagined this cagey life with hateful brethren
Living in great taste of my bloody fall
Why thou hasten to take me to early grave
When to all this fight made for lions in cave
What wrong did I in desire for success
But then you drunk from the cup of poisonous grape
Lamenting I suppress for what you so crave
And my much supposed brethren
Carried the machete of the butcheress
Weeping ensued as deadly flu attacked my poetry
Heavily it overshadowed the rain in thick
Winky, Winky, my eyes just couldn't wink
How then, was the massacre fueled by sounds of ethnic bigotry
Talky, Talky, my mouth don't seem to talk
Seeing every opening gushing with watery blood
The deception of the past crawls around the present
Hope, a heavy sway, even as future still bleak
Some actions so faintly right, many so faintly wrong
Yes, so grievously wrong to bring a bond
Unfortunately, we were all trapped in fools’ dungeon
Enslaved in the rickety train of power wrangle
What if then there must be togetherness
Yes, there must be oneness
Yet, if there must be oneness
All must live in each others' pain and make them less
Copyright © Michael Mamah | Year Posted 2015
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