I Weep Some Buckets of Tears

Here comes an opportunity to make our tension seep
But for those who have made their stomach and future cheap
I weep some buckets of tears in my silence camp
Over the ignorance that may likely despoil the effort to revamp

The solution to our menaces has shown itself easy
What the old school of thinking has made uneasy
The range of concepts the umbrella couldn't cover
And the debris field of collapse their brooms swept under cover

I weep some buckets of tears in my silence camp
Cos the youths that should follow suit to newvamp
Are playing dumb with their contrary disposition
Cos they've forgotten the history of their oppression

Opportunity comes in a mine of information
It's taken with a hardline of concentration
Opportunity doesn't come every year
Like the election that is coming next year

So, let the drones that follow these old schools for their lust
Know that this is an opportunity that mustn't be lost
How do we tell those in the rural community
That the most capable hand is not determined by popularity?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Be the first to comment on this poem. Encourage this poet.

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace