A Poet's Grief 2.

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📸 Shot By Matte Stories.
(My Rhapsody Of Change)
I am lost in lines, 
Where Poetry meets Bigotry. 
My Heart bleeds, 
As verses set me free.

I mint words for free,
Because that is where I am free,
To tell my grief
That stings.

No matter,
Why would it bother, 
If it didn't matter.
Tell me, Uuhhm?


The street walks,
The Police beatings,
The anti-corruption movements,
The 'political' arrests.

Why would it bother,
If it didn't matter,
To me and them and them,
And her with a baby who couldn't see his father.


Why would it bother,
If it didn't matter
To the common man who pays tax,
To feed you pax.

Hahaha! Treason?
For making a walk to Parliament.
Isn't it fun to say,
Law has left here?

I am lost in lines, 
Where Poetry meets Bigotry. 
My Heart bleeds, 
As verses set me free.

© George William Ochago.
@George The Tired Poet.
11th Sept,2024
00:15.

(Midnight Prompt Poetry).

Comments

  1. AnonymousSeptember 11, 2024 at 6:59 PM

    I love this poem keep, truth be told, someone has to speak up

    ReplyDelete
  2. Timmy PoetJanuary 15, 2025 at 10:11 AM

    Another freedom fighter 🤗..a writer must write!

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