We Are
We are trapped, captured and endagered. We are victimized by the very hopes and dreams that we hold dear to our hearts. We are the forgotten songs whose melodies are still sung in a desprate attempt to cling tenaciously to what they know is real.
We are the silent whispers behind those screaming roars of power that forgot who put them there. We are the pounds that pump blood into a nation that has discarded the very source of its life. We are the echoes of those last breath's that called out to freedom as though they had known how she felt like.
We are those banned freedom songs that still have meaning. We are those blind men that stand on street coners hoping to get change from your pockets to create change in our lives. We are the soul of this nation whose ticking heart is a reminder of our failures and a realisation that we are still one day from paradise.
We are the great minds that have no peace because our greatness has no visual monetary value and we know first hand that Hell is closer than our nieghbour.
We are the missunderstood believer's that see heaven as a good meal and a warm bed every night because our daily lives lack that meaning.
We are " the poeple" whose worth is best known in election time. We are the those in need of a friendly face and a genuine smile a helping hand without motive or intent.
We are none other than the very people you pass by everyday and if one day your eyes become one and you truly begin to see then you will fully realise that WE ARE NONE OTHER THAN YOU
Copyright © John. M Diketane | Year Posted 2011
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