My Voice, What If No One Is Hearing It! Poem by Amos Christopherson Masereka

My Voice, What If No One Is Hearing It!

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We will be taken captives of the rebellion demands
Bloodshed pictures are forcibly grabbed from our hands

Burnt and then later are perfumed
So as out there rottenness may still while zoomed
smell as glamorous sugary rose flowers stooped

The weak beggars, the one-eyed, the gawky needy
The crippled, and the poor suffer a lot
Our voices are echoed back at our hearing so dainty
We are hushed by men of embezzled fiat

No one will ever rise to our uplifting
O my voice, what if no hears it

When shall this ever end I ask?

We have lost confidence in this
No one hears the voice of our silence

We are shocked and suffer from within
We feel chocked and suffocated for the win

The surrounding is misty with malice
It has come with urban business demise

What legacy do we leave
What do we think they receive
When injustice develops in a law

Persistence becomes a duty
Whilst in my noisy room I pose to rest
I hear gunshots playing from without
Compiling us like young birds in a nest

The sound is heard like a ticking of a clock at night
O my voice, what if no hears it

When shall this ever end I ask?

My Voice, What If No One Is Hearing It!
Thursday, February 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: democracy
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ojok Isaac 31 March 2019

Nice poem dear... it describes my country 'Uganda'

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Edward Kofi Louis 22 May 2016

Hustle and bustle in Africa! ! When shall this ever end i ask? Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Dr Antony Theodore 25 February 2016

Persistence becomes a duty Whilst in my noisy room I pose to rest I hear gunshots playing from without Compiling us like young birds in a nest. i hear your voice my poet friends. the atrocities the powerful and the rich do in this world is horrible. the scenes in the news are horrible every day and every night...... thank you for this revealing poem. God bless u always. tony

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Thank you, Dr. Tony Brahmin, no peace at all

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Amos Christopherson Masereka

Amos Christopherson Masereka

Kyambogho I- Bwera- Kasese- Uganda.
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