Abdul Basit Ismail Poet Persona

Tears of the Poor

Everyday as I walk down 
The feeble passage 
Across the center of poverty 
Where it perfume gives 
An awful smell 
Voice echoes vulnerability 
I cry helplessly with helplessness 
I can view every episode of your 
Struggle 
I always suffer migraine 
As fed up is my brain 
As it worsen into brain drain
I cry very loud enough
My stomach wall crushes
My heart beat doubles it vibration 
My retina retires its vision 
Rage colours my eyes red
I feel like  this world is not as fair
As the fairytales of the unconcerned 
Citizens 
Who  always flip their channels 
To watch this series each day
It seem to them a reality show 
So they sit in their airy first class
Environment comfortably 
Confirming their country has won
Crown of poverty 
So they title her Queen
I would cry in shame if am to be their persona 
I would keep mute my stinginess 
Cos it  smells really awful 
Lifting your 
Banners of  ruthlessness in the sky
Distracting the oxygen of hopefulness 
We will never kowtow to Your unconcerned attitudes
Cos our blood of hope and courage 
Gives us the motivation 
To dig deeper the grounds of gold   The valley of diamonds 
And the river of oil
We will never let our heads down 
And we will never crumble 
Our hands to your sighting 
We will never give up 
We will never give up 
We will never give up 
We will never give up 
Till our wreckage hour hand 
Strikes 12.

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