Sunday, 11 June 2017

When shall I

Beauty in the Eyes not the heart.
Lead Me not into a cursed land.
But to take a path of unjust
Luck towards the road of broken hearts
Help Me Cure them.
For their blood is pure.
Raise their Kids into heirs of this land for it cries for help.
How I Watch and See These Rich Kids Play.
I'm Standing here in a room Full of oppressed people as Captives.
Where we've got nothing to show the world but then the world has us.
Swinging from up to down and running across the road of freedom.
Shall I be there one day to swing along as they do?
I've got my doll and parents with me
 and brethren from different locations watching and weeping in tears.
Then I ask Myself...
"When shall I be set free to sing with these kids as they do.
I'm here dreaming with my Eyes opened




Inspired by MisTar Jed
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