I am the voice of the voiceless, their voices need to be heard.
I am the voice of the helpless, they need a helping hand.
I am the voice of the hopeless, who will get them out of the woods.
I am the voice of millions of children ravaged by the pangs of hunger.
I am the voice of the children in the streets, school is a luxury they can't afford.
I am the voice of a people cowed by fear, their voices have gone hoarse.
I am the voice of a people who have fled their homes because of the monster called war.
I am the voice of a legion of young men and women many years experience roaming the streets, no means to put food on their table.
I am the voice of mothers and wives who die in their droves, they can't even hold their babies in their arms.
I am the voice of young girls who are taken away in their sleep, the walls of their schools no longer safe.
I am the voice of a thousand children, their innocence stolen from them. Their childhood swept away by the whirlwind of evil.
I am the voice of women whose mouths no longer sing, mum is the word.
I am the voice of a people, who are surrounded by riches but cocooned in squalor.
I am the voice of a people, who pay through their noses to get a good life, darkness has become their daily companion.
I am the voice of a country beaten by the same people who swore to protect them.
I am the voice of a nation cut down because they refuse to part away some few Naira notes, from the ones who are supposed to be our friends.
I am the voice of a people in search of a Messiah, while they sit in their palaces and share our National cake.
I am the voice of a people, they want to send us to the hangman's noose for saying my mind.
I am the voice of a country they need servant leaders, yet they steal our tomorrow and take us to the next level of anguish.
I am the voice of the voiceless, crying to be heard.
I am the voice of the helpless, pleading to be heard.
I am the voice of the hopeless, I still hope tomorrow the Sun will shine.
© UCHE NWANZE
09-12-2019
3: 45AM
I am the voice of the hopeless, I still hope tomorrow the Sun will shine. ...................marvelous post................full score
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The voice of the oppressed and supressed crying to be heard. Cry on brother till your voice is heard. We all need to choice in this fight to remedy the wrongs. A very brave write up from a courageous warrior.....10++.
Thanks a million Kings, we all are voices. Let's voice out the wrongs in our word by our pen