My Ignorance? Poem by Malaya Roses

I am the words
Reflection or the voices
From the men
from the street
With a truthful hunger
Revolt the game of the VIP's
Enough is enough.

Past year was done
I look back
My poetry
Spoken louder, perhaps
Unleashed anger,
Way of choice
My prediction
Path was written.

The current waving rise
Bullets or anklets
Men were taking faith
Humanity is the pillar
Not just idea modular
Shook the sleeping liars
Revolution
Is always in working grips
Seek liberation after voted
For the sake of democracy
Corruptions were detected
and men of the street
Responding betrayal with ink
blood and bullets smeared women's tears.

Now,
Still I am the ignorant?
The answer is resting plain
On green with history
Nail your value
Wrong judgment is common
Mistaken value and the price of humanity
With blinded hatred.