20/04/2024
WE ARE THE VICTIMS...
We are victims
Of the policies of pain
Emitted to drive us crazy,
We are pushed to the street, though not crazy.
Destroying our common patrimony.
In futility, our sweat squeezed and
Mixed with our hot blood,
Spilled on the street’
The rampage against the policies that police our lives.
We are victims
Caught in the web
Of a cruel nation
Piloted by scoundrels
The apostles of destruction
Who roused our emotions,
Taking the only broken cup
Left for us to scoop
The dirty water in the pond:
The beggar’s choice!
Out of pain, we have heaped mud
To cover the pond.
Yes, we are victims.
Our pain boldly inscribed on our skin
Our thick skin, the archive of servitude .
And every effort to initiate freedom,
The beginning of futility.
We are pushed to the wall,
The dog must bark.
While it barks,
Its kennel is sacred.
Let us not destroy each other, our lots and more.
Let us not engage the street to loot,
Though we remonstrate ,
Let’s not pull down our commonwealth,
The acreages of government,
They belong to us.
We are victims of a beautiful nation stressed with stench politicking...
