Published by: Bianca Madeline Oloya Date published: September 22, 2022 Time published: 10:53 am Category: Poetry Theme: Social Issues
"Why do you write?"
Well, from poverty-stricken streets,
To strangers selling us rotten meat;
I must express myself with all my might!
I must write to shed light on the crooked!
They've long been accused;
Some of their crimes have even been proven.
Yet, where are they now? Excused!
As to not get recused, I should try for depth.
I'm tired of thinking of unborn children;
Who, once they've arrived, are in debt—
Sadly, such are the cards they were given.
I'm tired of seeing the young;
Forced into labor at their age;
Forced to stand on their legs;
Not even given ample wage!
I'm tired of those that don't fight fair.
Both big and small, riddled with con artists!
I bet they would soon try to monopolize air;
They would fool everyone—even the smartest.
Oh! Is there no end to this madness?
We've turned into a clown-filled circus.
This ordeal has brought me great sadness;
Would theft be their forever purpose?
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