Voice Of The Oppressed Poem by Emmanuel Joseph Olumakiss

Pity us oh earth!
For we are wounded and torn
And in emptiness many have managed to return
Bury us not in your uproar
So we may remain
Harbour us till the end of this doom's day
In outside world they are many dabacle
Destinies littered on the street
We are dried of breath in our being
Many have gone back to their vomit
The path they found no life
Laying head the same spot mortality monger
It is indifference of man
To pamper negligence
Time menace approaches
And banish wisdom
Living a life of armature
The small pond that begot no fish for our kin has overshadowed us all
It has grown beyond the height of our neck
Holding us back to climax
Arise and fight our cause
For the sake of the just
Don't screw us alive
Because of our inhuman nature
Consider us oh Heaven!
In the illumination era
Let there be life among our request
Caution nature to be kind in his dealing
And stop raising scares
That tore the world in parts
Smite us not oh sun
When the day is out on a valiant match
May we be favoured
In your reign
Bundle us not during
The Passover of the wind
For our eyes have seen ripples
The pain they cultivate in our hearts
When roar and stir up
We face a grave mutilation
Our consequences are few
But seems heavy in the heart
We've had it so long oh Heaven!
Counting in curse
When blessings are in store
We are in break down
Though can not shade tears
We are in lockdown
A totally lockout
Deprived by our country home
Ever since hope left us
Palliatives come inform of brutality
Our life is no way better
To those that went underground
Tragedy a threat to our ward
If the government is truly for the people
Then let our rights be equal