Our shoulders are drooping
They are heavily laden
With numerous harsh laws
The rulers had imposed.
We are treated with iron fists
Reduced to mere machines
The rulers forgot
That we have hearts
Where we hide
The pains we feel inside.
They put us under the silkiness
Of their palms
Yet, their fingers
Act like giant claws
That strangle
And get our nods of agreement
On the laws they love to implement.
The pent-up anger
And toils of suffering
Are indeed overflowing
It turned into a fireball
Ready to hit and roll.
We are treated with iron fists/Reduced to mere machines/The rulers forgot/That we have hearts....It's a pragmatic write quite insightful Rose! Thanks for sharing...10
A good insight, Dr. Dillip. Thank you for your time and visit.
Nods of agreement obeys love. Beauty of life is accepted through love and not by anger. This is a very thought provoking poem. We all need peace and care...10
Yikes! I wonder if you are writing about Pilipino or American politicians, OR those of all countries. I don't need you to tell me. And i wonder if you are a rebel at heart, ready to hit and roll. bri :)
The pains we feel inside......brilliant. Thank u. anjandev roy.
A great poetic write, I can feel your anger and rage. More poetry like these from your pen, please!
They put us under the silkiness Of their palms Yet, their fingers Act like giant claws That strangle And get our nods of agreement On the laws they love to implement.......so impressive. Beautiful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Toils of suffering! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thanks, Edward for your comment and visit. They will always be treasured.