Journey To Freedom And The Smiles Of Death We live like dead orphans Drown in our own tears Caged in pretence Chained by sorrows When other...
Journey To Freedom And The Smiles Of Death
We live like dead orphans
Drown in our own tears
Caged in pretence
Chained by sorrows
When others bathe in wealth, poverty gluttonously bathes us
When they dream in beds of roses, we lie in sacks thinking of survival
Angels of the exclusive world become our friends in the cold night.
We applaud when they sing hostile songs in our ears. We shout when they pierce our flesh with their trumpet.
Mom, when will we see the better tomorrow you promised?
Dad, why aren't we free like them?
Children ask when they see shadows of birthed little oppressors.
The world thinks we're lazy
They think we are violent
They think we hate but that's not true.
The oppressors made them believe shit!
Our demands are friendly
But in their ears it sounds like hate speech
The call it treason
They say it's a war song
Death sits daily on our doorstep
Waiting for bullets to feed on our flesh
Waiting to meet us in dungeon
Hoping to take us far away from this planet
The pain in our eyes hangs like the breasts of a virgin.
Death smiles at us like a false Prophet next to the offering box in the house of the Lord.
But we will never give up in the pursuit of freedom. We will not leave this pain for our generation.
Written by: Maxwell Chuks
for Family Writers Press International.
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