The Freedom They Need Poem by Shielahmae Baguec

With all my 5 senses, I create my own masterpiece
A work of art that can never be seen
The whisper of words that I blew to my material
Making it capable to live

But it never was my power to create and end life
For I was never someone like to God
It was through my dreams where I learned how to look
Forward to where I believe

My eyes was the witness to every torture
My ears that listened to every mouth’s scream
My mind that soared high, higher than the sky
And my skin that felt the pain that made my cries

Wanting liberty, wishing for freedom
Endless rolling of tears down the cheeks
Haunting of voices that scream every nightmare
Breath that holds and slowly exhales

Blood that marks as stain to the clothing
Fresh red that turns into brown
People mourning for the people that died
Shouting for the justice and freedom they need