The Springing Arabs Poem by sunil kumars

Life has been contemplative for a long
Time has come to question its being
Break the silence of complacency
Seek answers to live again! !
Am I being prisoner to my own will?
Or is it in our nature to be slaves
For years I have been ruled, gagged mercilessly
Repressed soul tortured at whim
Eyelids haven’t met peacefully since aware
Nights have all but been a vacant stare
Whilst days are engaged in expression of necessity
A voice in my head keeps calling for an unheard entity
Have silenced it for decades, turned deaf
Now I have this soft skinned free soul in my hand
Smiling without an ulterior motive
Making ruckus for its needs of hunger and to grow
Am ashamed of what I have to offer thou
World of muted voices and shackled thoughts?
Have to transcend beyond contemplation and act
I have to wake up from the fear of unknown
Have to take blows and shed blood
Its time for the unheard entity to come alive
To be heard loud, clear and unequivocally
Viva la libertad, long live liberty