Silent Weapon Poem by ANKWASA HARLORD

I have moved to the West,
On the streets alone in the crowd
Wondering Why are they prosperous?

I have moved to the East,
On the streets muzzled by the masses
Wondering Why are they prosperous?
Forlorn sitting as my hands on the cheeks.

As I wondered Why are they prosperous...

People speaking one mother tongue,
Power of association was the key
As I was left forlorn on the streets,
People seemed to understand each other
As for me,
I was left for the streets.

Dogs, cats...all speaking the same,
Who will help me?
Yet lacking the silent Weapon,
I was left for the streets
As I told my monologue to the walls.