The silence of a caged world
Fade, i see no world
more dangerous
than the crafty wars
and slave of humanity.
The moving feet of guns
raising bars of death in
the name of justice.
Slayed under the sleeves
of their conscience,
the apparel of covered
wickedness in the
breathing caves of faith
and morality.
The weak in the stream
of blood at the moving
chains of the beast,
crying at the seat of
hope forfeited to a
world they never
foretold.
Our streets screaming
in agony under the
pleasure and comfort
of weapons.
Do we rise to face the
questions,
do we answer to the
rhythm of chains and
guns.
Written by Abayomi Ogunniyi@
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem