No communities found.
Streets flooded with painful tears
Pitiful masses wearing pitiful stares,
utopian wishes for blissful years
Hope; becomes fragments of a broken glass.
Did our cries get to heaven's gate?
An expanding loophole of vanity
Slow silenced subjugation of strong spirits
who dares to bell the cat of chivalry?
externally stoic, internally livid
Widened mouths of wailing hearts
in unity with forlorn faces,
Weakened hands of struggling days,
legs wearing sneakers without laces.
Uncertain paths scream our name
the ladder to mercy remains a tale
religion calls out to us
but has religion also changed?
Are we to continue swimming
in this lagoon of unending sorrow?
are we to keep living
in this wasteland of hopeless tomorrows?
did our cries get to heaven's gate?
The ears have heard our cries
As their eyes have seen,
how pain has tailored our tails
a unified fight to fill the stomach
But who can stomach the pain of fighting for all?
Self-destruction honed to a fault
Cries unto celestial bodies become the norms
As we are governed into a mess,
With hope for a Messiah's help
but to prise happiness into our lives
no one is willing to pay the price
Will our cries get to heaven?