I Will Shout Silently. Poem by Nagwere Gerald The Virgin Poet

I watch my state in turmoil
Yet I'm too frail to stage a rebellion.
Have I not heard men's syringes and berries
Screwed as they moan in pain?

I watch my state being ravaged
Yet I quietly say a lot- not even the winds should hear me.
That raped booklet offers me freedom of speech
But the freedom after speech is suppressed by the urchins in power.

I do, I will always watch my state
Being buried before death dawns
But I will stay quiet.
I'm not comfortable with the condition
But there's no comfort in those stinky cells either...

© Nagwere Gerald~The Virgin Poet
Black Lines Poetry