Best Poems Written by Harmony Peter

Sweatdrops of a Suffering Civil Servant

one by one, drop by drop they 
fall.                                                                                    
 squinting faces,the civil sevant they 
call.                                                                                    
 "worker of the nation",the toiler 
backstage.                                                                               
 sweat no more,now blood runs down the 
faces,                                                                                   
 a corrupt nation,like wrongly tied shoe 
laces;                                                                                   
 citizens search for light,like digging through cemented ground in search of 
water,                                                                                   
 surely there are 
cries,                                                                                   
 cries in the sweat of the civil 
sevant,                                                                                  
 cries of unseen 
hope                                                                                     
 also of sweet pain...a pain which never 
ends.

Copyright © Harmony Peter | Year Posted 2005