Unshackle My Verse
The End Is Near
My existence is under absolute rule of a dictator regime,
I have grown up in the shadow of a tyrannical, overbearing man;
(and family)
he has built huge walls,
cutting us off from the world- no one leaves;
or ever enters.
He jailed all journalist, newscasters, and activists,
and ended newspapers;
all writing is illegal- the law is death if caught.
No books are allowed and all libraries have padlocks,
(and schools)
A black cloud hangs in the sky from coal burning;
nothing green exists, and
all is brown,
(nothing wild survives)
I live in the basement of my ruined home;
my activist parents have disappeared,
and I write poems.
I have to (I must) it is in my blood,
although the punishment great;
yesterday, I ran out of paper and I am writing on walls.
The end is near- and there is no future.
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April 1, 2017
Verse/Unshackle My Verse
Copyright Protected, ID 889040
Unshackle My Verse
Kim Rodriques
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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