Suppression Of Oppression Poem by olawale famodun

Mine eyes
I open them up to you,
Can you read them?
Mine eyes are open
For you to read, to read
Through them, can you
Damn see anything?
Mine eyes are open,
Can you see the message
That they conceal? Or is it like
When the clouds contain water
In the fearful firmament
Which we cannot see?
I feel bitterness
I sense hatred
I think only of liberation, hence,
I entertain mine self with
The decision to make a change.
Do you understand all these things
And some other things mine
When you read through my eyes?
Can’t you read, babe:
Oppression would be suppressed,
When you read through my eyes very well.