A poem I wrote about the grief and struggle felt inside.
Living by the lie of the leader,
Who can we believe now?
All the promise of better future,
But all we see is dark tunnel ahead,
We all become refugee of our own,
Trying hard to be free,
Our struggle, our cry, no one cares,
It just like slow sentence of death,
The struggle of this modern world,
There is no end to it,
No matter how strong we used to be,
It taken all of our strength now,
Kneel to the ground for mercy,
Hoping for better future,
How long can we stand strong on our own?
How long can our fighting spirit last?
Hear our cry, hear our grief,
Feel our pain, feel our struggle,
When will get our freedom back,
And relief of the burden we had now.
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