The Fall
Talk about how you feel, talk about how they fell
Purge your emotions without due process, but remember, it didn’t just happen overnight
He wasn’t always alright
Sometimes they cried through the night and smiled in the morning
Sometimes amidst tears and pain they managed a smile
And sometimes he tried to share a part of him with you but you didn’t listen
He tried to be a man as community dictates, he didn’t cry in public as community distastes
He faced every challenge as a test
He cried inside with a dry face
He faced a pile of bills by popping pills, hoping the world would see his desperation
Instead they made memes and laughed typical of his generation
The world juried, judged and prosecuted him, without due process and without clear evidence,
they politically executed him
A once upon a time hero turned villain
It didn’t just happen, if only you could listen as he called out
They don’t just fall from grace; they hang on the precipice long enough begging for help,
until nobody seems to care.
Copyright © Samuel Sikanga | Year Posted 2020
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