Treasure Island

ckim mbasa


Where Must I Stand To Be Heard?


All I can see are crowds of tall people.
Strong and energetic.
With muscles protruding their bodies,
All pushing me to the back.
Where must I stand to be heard?


Their faces look nice but scaring.
I’ll go to their tents in search for truth.
Courageously I’ll do it because I need to know.
I’ll send signals to you in case need arises.
Where must I stand to be heard?


I’ll use a ladder in case I find their fences tall.
To the pillar I will speak out the truth.
To the people, I will be heard like a snake hissing I guess.
But nothing will scare me today.
Where must I stand to be heard?


A siren needed maybe to convey my voice.
But all in vain because their voices concur the atmos10.
Hooting loud like damper horns driven by a crazy driver.
But when hooted people listen to it in amusement.
Where must I stand to be heard?

Submitted: Wednesday, April 03, 2013

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