Breaking Loud Silence
The Sun spits flames of fire at noon,
melodies of mercy flow from the full moon...
The whirlwind whispers to the weak and wise
as arrows of hope sparkle in the skies.
Vengeance looms, warn the offenders;
danger dangles on the neck of pretenders.
We will wait no more for things to happen,
rouse the bows, let the doors of death open!
We will not kill with gun and swords,
posterity feel the wildness of our words...
We shall slaughter our silence to save
our future from their political grave.
Their empty promises and bulky pockets
shall soon be rocked by our roaring rockets...
We shall wage no war but fight to finish
lest these lousy leaders make us perish.
Foolishness flows in the field of our sages,
gloom and doom fill our dailies' pages.
Hope hides behind words unspoken,
we shall get this loud silence forever broken.
Copyright 2014 Adeleke Adeite
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