BY GLORIA O’KOYE
They try to
Silence us
Try to
Bury us
Try to
Target us
Try to
Condemn us.
But our cries can no longer be contained in the belly of the beast.
These ranges are overflowed that the public
Are forced to see.
Even enemies are starting to feel more empathy, maybe sympathy,
But now at least they speak.
Parking lot justice are becoming media attention grabbing,
Even outlets want their share of their piece.
We are the reflections of society’s reality and well-being.
We are the reflections of political corruption
Coated in political correctness to be forgotten and shunned.
We are the reflections of the darkest innermost thoughts of a human’s heart.
You will not silence us,
Because one voice being cut off
There will always be another voice to fulfil that void spot.
We are the ones that were placed in the shoe because we spoke up!
Hunger strikes triggered across the land
Even the Ministry can’t turn the blind eye,
They reputation on the line
Their salaries risk being declined.
Even among their nest
There have been internal conflicts
With exhaustion from the veterans
The new ones come in new light with confusion; they don’t want to continue
So they make their own rules
Things do get worse before it gets better.
Unfortunately maybe this is only another trend that will subside like a dying candlelight,
But the fight cannot come to cease
Because as humans
We have the privilege of hope
The only thing that kept mankind alive
One way of the other
The city of Vultures will come down
Like the walls of Jericho
Like the walls that torn families apart,
When we least expect it,
Call it a miracle.
