Fake Freedom
Under these
Bullets and bombs
Missiles and drones
Our skin tone is not
Still humanised enough
To touch the merit of
Human Rights…
Because we don’t own
Manacles of your
So called “Revolutions”
That are still caging our words
In the prison of your
“Fake freedom”
Keep terrorizing
Keep killing
Keep droning our acreage
Till my land stop raising
Savages against tyranny
But
My mother asked me
To tell you
Wait,
Wait
Till the end of time!
Because there
The lawmakers will not be you,
Nor the judge
So, wait…
The poet can be reached at soudhasultana@gmail.com.
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