Who Are We Poem by abednigo mogale

Who are we
When time its does not allow you
To be what destiny has plannned
When the sound of your names drifts with
The echoing sounds of what used to
Be the identity of your dreams

When shame and despair huged your every thought
When booming sounds of misery flourish
Deep in your bones

Who are we when life its self
Linged alone and watched
The insecurities of your minds
Feed your every action
As the future slips from
Cold stoned hands.