It is so painful to speak against
from where I come, this land
to where I was shipped by Him;
but as I struggle with words,
others struggle with life itself.
It feels like infidels thrive here,
acting on their own fancies,
hardened by their own ideas
till in one shocking moment,
explode a bomb in frustration.
It feels like resilience dies here,
as life is spent each new day,
with the stench of old promises,
one moment changes nothing
just that single moment only.
For what should change soon,
is lost within the maze of laws
and the promises of leaders;
as our problems re-emerge
so do those old shallow words.
Here, in this land where I live,
that shelters me each moment,
I feel like I’m fighting a battle;
I hear my siblings’ voices too,
and I know they fight with me.
Can a million whispers echo
till it transforms into a roar?
Our voices do reach the top
but they must not be silenced
by a fear of losing integrity.
Shared with Sunday Whirl (Wordle 105), Poets United (Poetry Pantry), Imaginary Garden With Real Toads (Open Link Monday), and as participation for Blogging from A to Z Day 19 = Letter S..
(April 21st, 2013)