My cry is no longer new
My fear is now just few
My thought, I will gladly hew
Dismayed, I lack hearts on the pew
I am that child who weeps for the future
I am he whose soul has been abandoned by pleasure
I think about my heights with mixture
My eyes shows me their fate like a picture
Even the nature all over me is alarmed
It's afraid to let go of its coil
It's afraid to alloy with the soil
It's tired of meeting brother red
My ears are too weak to see any teeth
My tears are bedridden
They only shine through my Pupil
My hand is infertile that it married my cheek
The dimples of gladness is a history
The world is now a factory
Can things ever glitter again?
Can life be Edenic again?
Even hope has joined the bandwagon
Can't you see it?
It has joined the table of fallen Jericho's wall
Will Messiah ever come with solution?
#ManIsFreeButEverywhereInChains.
(c)EKWUEME KC
am he whose soul has been abandoned by pleasure My hand is infertile that it married my cheek.......... last question....Will Messiah ever come with solution? what kind of expressions and style of the poem.. liked it very much dear poet........ tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
messiah is letting western world trying to come up with solution.