We,
Who were born in diversity
Struggling with profuse adversities
And so, aims to live in an abundant cities
We,
Behind the problems we see
Was a hope out of solidarity
To this dry air and whole tree
We,
Agreed to choose a leader
That we think has a capability
To pursue the path that leads harmony
We,
With his outstanding,
Out of the world words
Stunned, depth of imagining
That we,
Would soon achieve the humidity
Of air that empowers the tree
Its wind that sooths difficulty
That we,
The running water of hope
To the roots, it lopes
Even better, development of undergrowth
That we,
The sun reveals its light
A warm touch of the leaves
Ensuring the safety of the fruits
That we,
This tree grows massive as one can think
And within a single blink
We're far beyond from drowning to sink and falling to brink
But we,
Blinded by the mask he's wearing
A smile of clown, we believing
Under it, a hungry monster craving
He,
Craving for the fruits
Waited until it develops
Sweet, abundant, and then coop
He,
Don't care for the leaves
Who made the things he reaves
A swift air of thieves
But we,
Didn't realize until
The change of air gusting still
Chaining the tree with a chain of seal
But we,
Late to observe
The night enveloped unconserve
The sun never shone, leaves still serve
We,
Midribs covered with tapes
Words begging to escape
Eyes of fear, be gape
We,
Venules tied in a rope
So we can't do anything but hope
In these obstacle we would cope
We,
Praying for the only one empowering the tree
The water of hope, sprinkling with glee
The only hope we see
He,
Might change the sun of enlightenment
And the air of commitment
But the water, he can't break into sediments
He,
Don't know where it came from
Even if he trace the source, he can't find some
Because it is inside our hearts, the water come
We,
Know that even when everything went wrong
We know there'll be something who sings a song
To encourage our hearts, to survive this long
We,
Waiting for the light
And when it burns
It will shine bright
And soon we,
The apex will be keen
A dagger fighting for rights
But now, we are cowards to fight.
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WE ARE COWARDS
Poetry"A coward of life Once a warrior of challenge Pacifist of strife." A collection of free verse poems made up of fears. These poems have varying perspectives of these coward people, which teaches us that being a coward doesn't makes us less of an indi...
