‘Her life was sketched lightly underneath her eyes
Bags of truth ‘-Shaza
“Screens flicker in time with the prompt ad changes , yet I have walked these streets a thousand times and I see no changes”-Shaza
‘Mark my words as the wars you started began with similar words.
An uprising of sanity will occur for our country’s sake.
Indoctrinated to believe that our feigned freedom was our choice.
No more fear of prosecution for our rights, that we had to leave.
They are driven senseless by rapacity and self interest.
Your contempt for named people that you swore to protect with justice,
Has rendered us speechless for falsity you try to clarify.
Go consider our lies and take them as truth to fuel your beliefs.
Our faith is nothing more than counterfeit to throw off clouded eyes.
Our tales of ordinary feats celebrated in silence.
Our history was written by him with our generations blood.
People are stealing hope to light their homes to show that they still live.
I wrote this poem recently focusing on the syllable count.The first four lines of each stanza have 16 syllables each.
Coiled ready to spring ,
Left unsure but sure of one thing.
Psychologically analysed .’
What do you think this is about ?