Shall Rise Poem by Hanif Hassan Barbhuiya

Oh ye heartless soul, nought remorse in thy eyes
Thy hideous mule, bitter and cruel lies
Thy heart filled likes of filth, the smut dirt
Stacked with souls that did ye ever hurt
Thee might have put me to the ground in a gust
Thee might be happy seeing me biting the dust
‘Tis thy witlessness, ‘tis thy haughtiness
I shall rise nonethe-very-less

Ye see the moon, ye look at the stars
On the night sky they wage the wars
Of the tides in the ocean, of the punitive storm
Thee haven't any idea the dissident it'd form
I shall rise the day, the day the sun wouldn't hide
The day ye shall be alone, with none beside
Ye shall taste the dust, ye shall have lowered eyes
Ye shall know what is it feels like when heart cries