the hopeless and the angry soul
will never be controlled
the slave crafts weapons of his bonds
for chains can never hold
the pain of hungry desperate men
must find survival's path
oppression hammered into blood
when tears are turned to wrath
the primal battle lingers still
for avarice divides
still we could feed the multitude
with all the world provides
but masters spawn a second force
the disenfranchised crowd
who always make their voices heard
when will remains unbowed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Barry...I love the way you write.....this one comes across like a mini serious.....really enjoyed the read..... Annette
All around the world there are too many disenfranchised people. They will be heard and not always in peaceful ways. I'm not for violence, only for inclusiveness.