No benevolence befell the poor and defeated,
nor recognized great gifts and minds of many.
Hidden history reigned, ruled those at the helm.
Credit not the field worker’s who set the foundation,
but reward fat thieves who brutalized a nation.
Fail, yes fail and fail you be, your efforts bold
for all to see. Those with shields held o’re
their eyes, may the snake bite them in the ass
with no surprise.
You’ve raped and scorned and called out loud,
walk with greed, corrupted man, the smallest crowd.
Deep pockets hold power of a people’s need, while
hoarders of green vividly avail Satan’s seed.
Illness, pain and death to follow, who knows the
truth of white coat hollow. Experimentation is not
a friend, and tainted needles will surely bend. Cry
out, scream, you won’t be heard, not a one you
speak shall believe a word.
Practice, practice and practice again, maybe one
day genocide will be your friend. But not today,
we’re here to say, we’ll walk and fall and stand
up tall, we’ll die in graves, weep and wail but
we’ll not roll over, there’s more coming along the
trail.
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: Oct.11/2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem