June 12| AN ORIGINAL POEM

a nation will come again, you will watch them from your television set read about them from a newspaper celebrating what they don't own. how does democracy dance in a country where autocracy stamps its feet? aborted dreams still parambulate graves for speaking at every bayonet of injustice. tell the world every celebration is a facade like a bleached skin songirds are still plucked from the sky for singing too loud.