Its a race against time
Oh my brother, permit me please
Release the grip, ease my larynx
I die gasping for breath.
Lincoln, the Abe, sighed and signed
To restrict not, but to foster brotherhood
Time elapses, but your ingrained grudge not erased
Give me space, enough to breath;
Give me air,
To live, believe and relieve my burden; Of history.
It’s a race to merge our color
Oh my brother, run
Run against Time..
Permit me please.
Copyright © Swamidhason Francis | Year Posted 2020
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.