Story To Recite
We had no piece to write
but a story to recite,
Of bricks and straws,
moulded to walls,
With springs of sweat
that soiled the earth,
And splashes of blood,
And tears we build.
We had no song to sing
but a dirge to raise,
Of filth and dung
Without a praise,
Darted at us
With hateful force
And mockery words
That kills our minds.
We had no clothes to wear
But scars and despair
That made us scared
On our burdened bed.
No sorrow for our blistered palms,
Ti's for our warfare arms
To wave our lovely ones
And fight for our eerie bones.
©Mathew Daniel
Copyright © Mathew Daniel | Year Posted 2019
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