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they can't hear us
They don't hear us no matter how loud we shout
Everyday we wake up and hope for a miracle to happen but just like the previous days, months and years before it.. nothing. We wake up each day in the "land of the free",pick up our chains and go about our daily activities.
Hoping and praying that one day our silent screams would be heard,our dry tears would be seen and we would finally be free from this age long captivity but that has not happened. Our tears are dried up and our hopes are slowly depleting but our screams will not be silenced.
We stand outside under the sun but the floor beneath us is damp,cold and all we see around us is darkness and we feel.. no we know that we are confined to the very place we once thought we were free and safe.
We stand outside their houses, offices, rooms and even their hearts but do they even try to look at us or feel what we feel? No... They look at our shadows and immediately conclude that we don't need help. Don’t talk!,Move there!,You’re nothing!,”the things they say to us trying to start a fight and the one prayer we make is not even in sight.
We can't even begin to describe what we feel.. our children are heavily malnourished and on the verge of death, our young ladies and girls are giving up their dignities to the same vampires that refuse to hear us just to survive, our young men toil and toil but have nothing to show... What of our older folks?.. they've simply accepted that death is the only comfort they will get.
We are tired... We are hopeless... Our faith is shaky and our bodies might give up soon but we will never stop screaming. Even if our voices die out, we pick up the chains around our legs and use them as our voices. We don’t mind if we loose any blood on the way to salvation,for if that is the price we need to pay then we will do that and once again we can be free to live as equals and peacefully.
We will keep screaming till our fathers and mothers are able to sleep and wake up without thinking that they would have to bury their kids that day
We will keep screaming till our sisters and daughters don't have to sell their bodies and dignities just to survive
We will keep screaming till our brothers and sons don't have to shed blood or be killed to make ends meet.
We have chosen to die rather than to let our voices be stripped from us.
Let us stand tall and be one with you because we would rather die shouting and fighting than keeping quiet and pretending that all is well.
They may not hear us... But one day they will... And untill that day comes, we won't keep quiet.
#pain #hope #hopeful #NonFiction #poem
© Dora24
Everyday we wake up and hope for a miracle to happen but just like the previous days, months and years before it.. nothing. We wake up each day in the "land of the free",pick up our chains and go about our daily activities.
Hoping and praying that one day our silent screams would be heard,our dry tears would be seen and we would finally be free from this age long captivity but that has not happened. Our tears are dried up and our hopes are slowly depleting but our screams will not be silenced.
We stand outside under the sun but the floor beneath us is damp,cold and all we see around us is darkness and we feel.. no we know that we are confined to the very place we once thought we were free and safe.
We stand outside their houses, offices, rooms and even their hearts but do they even try to look at us or feel what we feel? No... They look at our shadows and immediately conclude that we don't need help. Don’t talk!,Move there!,You’re nothing!,”the things they say to us trying to start a fight and the one prayer we make is not even in sight.
We can't even begin to describe what we feel.. our children are heavily malnourished and on the verge of death, our young ladies and girls are giving up their dignities to the same vampires that refuse to hear us just to survive, our young men toil and toil but have nothing to show... What of our older folks?.. they've simply accepted that death is the only comfort they will get.
We are tired... We are hopeless... Our faith is shaky and our bodies might give up soon but we will never stop screaming. Even if our voices die out, we pick up the chains around our legs and use them as our voices. We don’t mind if we loose any blood on the way to salvation,for if that is the price we need to pay then we will do that and once again we can be free to live as equals and peacefully.
We will keep screaming till our fathers and mothers are able to sleep and wake up without thinking that they would have to bury their kids that day
We will keep screaming till our sisters and daughters don't have to sell their bodies and dignities just to survive
We will keep screaming till our brothers and sons don't have to shed blood or be killed to make ends meet.
We have chosen to die rather than to let our voices be stripped from us.
Let us stand tall and be one with you because we would rather die shouting and fighting than keeping quiet and pretending that all is well.
They may not hear us... But one day they will... And untill that day comes, we won't keep quiet.
#pain #hope #hopeful #NonFiction #poem
© Dora24
