the CRY OF THE OPPRESSED

part two: (cry of the oppressed )

BEYOND THE TUNNEL VISION

being trapped in this world of problems has been my entire life. I pray my children that they will fight for a better life in the years to come.

I can see the light beyond,

Light beyond the tunnel vision,

It dims and glows,

I perceive the happiness in the coming days,

Maybe it is not my happiness,

But destined for the sons and daughters of my grandchildren.

 

my hands, my face, my embodiment and my personality are all written in the face of oppression.

I visualise my generation beyond the tunnel vision,

A sea of starvation, corruption and a bathe of evils in the generation,

A sea of atrocities that I cannot explain,

I see my children in the dens,

I pray that they will create that island of admiration.

 SUCCESS AND TIME

But here I am visualising dreams, living in that green environment

A land of plenty milk and juicy fruits that I always dream of

Feeling the shame and guilt of my sweat that goes unrewarded

With sunburns that always giving a scare to this little kid I cannot breastfeed

 

i have tried to struggle , pulling myself sideways and with great intensity in a way to flee myself the troubles i have faced but i know that the time is coming. it is not yet the time

 

I pray for that one day I will get to visualise happiness

A good living beyond the tunnel vision

A horizon full of green and juicy fruits

When mountains will sink to depths

And wise-mankind will trample to the huge ‘palaces’

 CUTE LOVE POEM : [ THE PASSIONATE PROMISE ]

I believe I dream for a reason

Imagine the visions

Because I see beyond the tunnel vision

 

something bigger, and better for my generation is coming

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