The Call Poem by Falana Zion

Can we call this a fate
And watch the innocents die
I will call and let my voice be heard
With a little faith and hope in my heart
To change the so called fate to a shining light

Have we bargained to live in here
Where killing and pain is abound
Where lives is beingforced to prostitution andlabor
Where stars is being exchanged with papers
Where justice sleeps like a dog that lost its sight

How difficult it is
To live where there is no peace
Live where thieves and bandits rules
Where fools kills the dogmatic youths
Where lives blows away like cloud

For how long will our lives be forced?
To speak with our mouths shut
To work with whips and shackles on our necks
To work with a paddled mouth like a life in hell
Is this the life to call a fate and rest?

We say no to modern-slavery rule! ! !
Where denizens' voices could not be heard
Where lives are shot to death
Where humans are just a cloud
That blows away like flame and sand

O leaders listen to our call,
we want a world
Where slavery will be buried with the past
Where shackles will be loosed
Where paddled mouth will be freed
Where justice will speak with its tongue touching its lips

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