Wednesday poetry

 

But we'll rise!

The hovering hawks 

has perched once more,

with huge claws of harness.

On our rights, they keep trampling,

now citizens as aliens! 

One voice, we gather to utter.

Bewailing over the lost glories 

and brutalized - the deformed. 

But more, they slay!

and we are like their slaves. 

But we'll rise! 

and broken shall their wings be!

The soiled flag shall we keep to raise. 

For a change, we cravingly crave, 

But if we talk not, what will we gain? 

@Opemiplenty

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