The Downtrodden Poem by Tony Adah

We thought that our beautiful dreams
Will come true
Having gone through the nightmare
Of the nights of yore
Now the day is dawn; the expected
Sun rises no more
Our nightmares have metamorphosed
Into melancholy;
And we the downtrodden shrivel
Like lilies in harmattan.
When we quarrel ourselves
Our nerves fray;
When we fight, our bodies bruise
But when we fight them
We get get our worth.
Who will so give us the chutzpah
To so rage a war storm
Against our few brothers on top of this tree?
I want to blow my canon of war
But my co-downtrodden can only
Find respite in death;
No man wears any armour against death
And brave men die but once.
When death comes,
All of us will go
And before then let the tree of tyranny
Be pulled down
For this is when a level field will avail
And gags and gaols that have become
The dividends of democracy will go;
And the downtrodden like lilies
Shall spring in the first rains.