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Tears From the Middle East

Tears from The East

Head chatterd with state law
No fair hearing because the law is 
deaf
Executioner groaning with sword
The hot sun ready to sip
Her blood oozes in the midst of 
innocency
Arrogant mob mocking her tears
Justice jugging in the jungle
She is
Killed for no just cause
Nature stood aloof
As she groan and moan
Mother weeps endless
Father failing
Desert wailing
The ugly sun in the middle east bleeds 
for freedom
Freedom trapped by devils in power
Religion masking and muting our 
voices
Today, we weep for Ramata

Written Awoh Kingsley

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Poet Destroyer A January 12, 2013 at 1:37 PM you certainly have a deep sense of writing I admire, much enjoyed.

Joann Grisetti January 11, 2013 at 10:57 AM I am not familiar with Ramata, but your poem is very moving. Across cultural boundaries your words touch me.