Witness
A sour scene harasses me
I bite down on bitter words
Rotten souls parading
Wrongfully in heinous herds
Poison pours into streams
The stench violates the air
Choking's heard; muffled screams
The dictators call it fair
Refugees escape some lips
Few stand in brave breaths
Millions safe-kept secrets
More with nothing left
I witness wretched injustices
And carefully clench tight my teeth
My tongue won't make people listen
My hands shall take the lead
Copyright © Destiny Budd | Year Posted 2011
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