• poemsnb 10w

    Listening carefully
    Of the words I speak,
    I am not beating
    Drums of a war as
    Opposed to what
    Has been shown to
    My countrymen,
    I speak of a storm that
    Is loading right now
    Which will hit us and
    Grab us by our throat,
    Suffocate us where we
    Will be left to die in groups,
    And our generations will be
    Fed lies on our death
    Anniversaries by such people,
    On the outcome of revolt is
    Never change,
    But being labeled as traitors.