Call Of The Oppressed Poem by B3k Baylon

Tears roll down my cheeks,
As I look at the sky so bleak…

They try to break my spirit
Thought evil deeds to commit…

Some vowed to waste my dreams,
Wouldn’t quit ‘til I grovel and squirm

From sorrow, pain, and suffering…
The tortures these daemons bring

Why can they not comprehend?
This burden carried from within

‘Tis not my fault they’re drawn,
By the gravity of the forlorn…

Wait not for the One gone ahead,
Live, run along and keep up instead

Drag me down, beat me to the ground…
Don’t stop while my heart still pounds

And when they done I’ll raise myself up,
Swear to lift my soul, keep my head up

Nothing can ever crush this will of mine,
Stand proud and let out a triumphant cry

Feel the wrath of the One Melancholy…
The tempest raging is anything but holy

This offspring of fire… she can’t deny
The birthright of someone born to defile

Leave it to the hands of those vengeful,
To destroy something good and simple

But the tears coursing down these cheeks
Will give strength to those who are weak

It don’t matter if the time’s disrupted,
Everything that’s good is now corrupted…

What lies hidden remains buried…the Secret
Of the Soul who stayed pure in bereavement…