Powerless Not Voiceless

The street might have not taste our strength because we are holed up in captive But our voices would be heard among the fools in the street we could not fight destiny for who we are Remember, we are part of your world, your home Major discriminated of the universe in the fragmented stinking forest of life Held up in poverty against our fate You sprawled merrily on the sofa in the opulence room, but we welcome the dark forbidden coal on our cheek In the dark rotten shinning kitchen In weakness and fear Power less not voiceless Hands held high unable to retaliate our suffering but we revolt in protest Dreams dreams with no existence Our kinds are destroy in complete may hem But we one thing is common among us To speak for ourselves and later we betray ourselves We are overthrown in every battle, stranded and frustrated Unable to lay our hands in good things Our legs are entangled in the spider's web the singing fools we are because We loot our selves and sell our conscience selfishly That is why our voices is unheard Tolling and suffering all day long The sun brighten our darken faces amidst tears We know the forest to be our native land Upon the hands of those who bring squalor, impecuniousness and sickness They are fools, indiscipline, callous and injustice Which way should we go with our voices? > of which mouth would they not laugh at us? locked in undermining war of weakness and fear With our right dashed away mysteriously Our only strength and power is our voice which would open a new chapter in our lives If only we speak only with one honest voice. ALL RIGHT RESERVED JOHN CHIZOBA VINCENT