We all want equality of freedom
Yet they boo Africans of racism
How come colour concocted a disease
Day by day, we continue recording deportees
Even in our own theatre
At those who dressed native; we flutter
But we go nutter
To foreign dress; as we mutter admiringly like an orator
Not our culture or its prestige we groove on
More confident to countermove and condemn
Yet we cherished to be one
To achieve the counterterrorism is what am still to fathom
It seems we wish to forget our Origin
Then if the foundation is faulty
How would we help our dudgeon
When we do not live for our dreams' actuality
Leave a comment before you blink my page dear.
Receiving both would be great without any fear.
Towards my growth is your forfeit.
Because of you do I exist.
Letters of repeated consolance failed and I took to write.
When I saw my vent I always wanted to hide.
Thanksgiving is a sweet gesture but I was betrayed by own.
If not acknowledge never try to do with known or unknown.
Its pitch black in the meadow
Shadows everywhere.
With a heavily beating heart
I start to walk through.
When out jumped a " I dont know"
Was too fast for me to see,
Have goosebumps up my arms
Need to find somewhere to wee.
When i felt a hand on my neck
I screamed and you can guess,
No longer need to find a place
have already wet myself.
Flickering lights and ghoulish faces
Are heading straight for me
Lights of orange and black
Are steadily blinding me.
They start to dance around me
Wrapping me in duct tape
Marched me shouting to my home
Thinking a ransom they will take
Only my old dog at home
Saw the figures and then saw me
She jumped at them snarling
Causing their masks to break away
Was then that I could see
Was my neighbours children
Oh what a forfeit this will be
For the next three months
A valeted car will pleasure me
Contest: Everything Halloween
Penned 24 August 2013 by Seren Roberts
captured pieces stack
uncompromising attack…
resilience lack
You can't derail a train
Which never had a track
You can't phase a man
Whose love will always lack
You can't hurt a heart
That refuses to pump blood
You can't repair a soul
That has always been a dud
You can't have real happiness
If you always fall apart
You can't fall in love
If you always break their heart
You can't fix past mistakes
When you can't find your way
You can't make people happy
When you want to die everyday
You can't undo your problems
That would be too simple
You can't make someone love you
Who lives on top of a temple
You can't become me
Your life will be full of pain
You can't break into my mind
Or you'll turn yourself insane
You CAN run away and hide
Because I would do the same
You CAN walk away dismantled
Because I will always take the blame
You CAN move to the next level
The one without any grief
You CAN be truely happy
And maybe you can find some relief
You CAN leave me in the past
Because my feelings are numb
You CAN call me worthless
Because I know that I've been dumb
Maybe one day my heart will beat again
Maybe one day my life won't be a sin
Maybe one day I can live without regrets
Maybe one day the sun will never set
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