Voice Of The Voiceless Poem by Raymond Ossaji
Voice Of The Voiceless
Oh child!
Laid over the plow field
Like cattle's on morn' fixed
Patched with skirmmed marks
Of runaway slaves
Oh lord!
Listen to your creatures
With belated voices and
With patched lips we cry
Marks sketched all over, glittering
Oh grace!
When shall we be free?
From this painful paint
Battered life with continual shame
Reverse! If you may
The life from which we came.
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