a poem about poverty in africa . hope u like it! |
I am silent But you are not You yell obscenities Shout absurdities You, embarrass yourself Alone. I am content But you are not You’re hollow, empty Broken up inside Tormented Faded I am frozen When you are not you move among the shadows Cast over our decaying world Helpless but encouraged Determined Fearless I am living When you are dead I don’t yell, scream or sit in sulking silence. I, am not determined. I have lost all respect, hope And any vague flicker of a life… Has long since died inside me. Yet you, Are dead. I am nothing But you a but a symbol of something Something great Something clean Something feared You are shunned Because you different Ignored Because you right I watch in silence As they kill you As the murder you with there lies Muffling you’re screams. You’re yells. For change. And we. We succumb to their unjustified ways Blinded by our insecurities We, Drown Faithfully in their horrible Sea of Corrupt You are hope. Dark infinite hope A mother hope A father’s hope A Childs sweet innocent Hope for a better, safer world Yet I, disgraced Worn Indifferent I am alive And you…. You are dead. Or slowly dying |