Aluta Continua (Struggle) Poem by Samson Pitan

My brain feels shallow
Locked in the same place, that projects the word hollow
Unrighteous justification
Explained with an inconclusive notification

Sometimes we feel bold
Yet the heart is still cold
Shivering from false emancipation
Imposed by vigorous speculations
Leading to unpredicted aggravations

In time we cling to our thought of misery
Then maybe a plausible sense of Victory
Happiness is reachable
Misery is redeemable
Sheep amongst wolves we are
The struggle is just inevitable