Wounded Whisper
We have been forbearing your oppression for a long time,
Your threats; placing your pistol on our foreheads for a crime;
Shoving your dagger straight toward our chests, as though piercing,
Watching our helpless nervousness and mockingly cheering;
All these, like celluloid terror scenes, are in our mind screens,
Is it easy to turn our bloodshed into duet scenes...?
Our loads are hanging heavily as millstones on our necks,
Who could, oh, the burdens you inflict on us, dare to check?
Caste, color, creed, sex, sect, religion, status, and culture,
Have torn our flesh, like a vehement vampire-like vulture;
Why should our skins look milk-like? Why can't yours look Blackberry?
Is skinning a human virtue? Is it, not savagery...?
Remove your gristle elephant-like legs from our weak chests,
With your lion-like rough roars do not keep us pressed for tests;
Like an ant, under your heavy boulders, we endure aches,
Each delicate bone of ours, under your barbarism, breaks;
Stop your cruel oppression, lest the roots that hold you firm,
May uproot you, and will over you their power affirm...!!!
22 May 2023
This or That, Vol 18 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Rhymes Checked At: Rhymes Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
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