Expressing our deeply felt misery
What do we call it, empathy or sympathy?
Same political reasons for any cry
The dead burning the deceased up high
Same shape after the spring's at rest
Stretched at difficulties but as leverages
It counts on an individual not as citizens
Believe not netizens everyone is at rest
Black Africa, black misery, black nation
Individualism at the peak of the prism
Law is balanced to work in a peaceful notion
But it's of the self pity of the rich dream
There are very strong images in your poem, the lyrical voice is full of frustration in the face of so much injustice. Poverty reigns and the common citizen can do little or nothing. I liked reading you. Greetings, friend.
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Powerful evocation of misery, Dante's inferno. Some real powerful images here.
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