Dry Lips Poem by Friday Dejavu

Sound of hope bombs my ears,
faith and tears breaks my heart.
innocent blood sweeten my coffee,
save the land, kill the killers.

I walk the street of the ignorance,
lack of bread makes me sing,
promises and greed is my truth,
Save the children, rob the thieves.

See the moon spitting blood,
Sun and stars making love.
we stand afar and clap our hands
Save the future, destroy the bullies.

Why pray for what you have
would the river begs for water?
see our wealth in foreigners care,
I need a stage to speak my mind.

Darkness my soul engorge
My heart is filled with tears of joy.
Broken country, lifeless leaders,
Wet my palms for my lips is dry.