Chained and bound
No voice to speak
Slaved and ground
So frail and meek
Whipped and tortured
Skin and bones
Like strays on the street
An object, just stone
No justice, no rights
Their minds so dim
Seek to escape
From the future so grim
The shackles let loose
Tears like stream
To hear the voices sing
Is all they dream
YOU ARE READING
The Feel Of Poetry #Wattys2017
Poetry#28 in poetry. I love reading poetry just as I enjoy writing poems. It was always my desire to write poetry but just didn't get down to it. Now that I have a bit of time on hand I have decided to compile a book of all my poems. HOPE YOU ENJOY !!!
