Singing a silent song in language of ernegy
It comes out shy
Look! At it braches
Lenging eyes down
Cloudy 3rd March 1986
Born in Vinigar days
and we are tired of lemon
Our land is helpless
Joy is rare
Teas are floody
Falling like summer rain
Flood of blood
Corpse lying down
Like headless chicken, slapped and stepped
Remove my black skin
It is an assassination of colour
Craving for remedy
Someone! God come down to our rescue
Enemy is Government of a day
Darkness a token of suffering
Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sour-day/
