The Situation Poem by Dhiren Doley

The Situation

The size of the cage is such that
My soul somehow manages to be in
The cruellest is the thorns facing in
I have to remain fixed as I am now
I was not the one who made the cage
Although in my consent
But the size is not the one I consented for
This is the way common men are being cheated
The weak souls like ours are shut in
They, who made the cage, are free outside
They are given a period of time to rule
They are given a chance to exploit
They are given a power to misuse
They have got the power to become cruel
They got the power to become oppressive
They got to re determine the history
They got to deny the truth
They got to deface the virtues
They got to restrain the popular and free voices
And time is impounded in their palms
The wolves are running around and surrounding my cage
Hypocritical tamed dogs are exaggerating them in the streets
Until the clock struck the hour pre determined
I got to remain in silence
When the hour comes, will be released for a period
To put the consent on remaking my cage
Yet I remain not in silence, standing by the Hades I shout
"You deceivers! Pack of wolves!
Made a cage of thorns."
The time will come,
Protesting the luck and chance got to be in,
My thumb shall release a bullet of non violence
An ideology shall die on the street!

Thursday, March 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: revolutionary
Edward Kofi Louis 17 March 2016

A cage of thorns! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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