Protest
The beauty of silence is persistant
Standing tall in defiant couarge
A million voices scream for equality
But are strangled by blank stares
Frustration glides down into a balled fist
The intensity of the burn refreshes the soul
But unerneath the ash there is no peace
Fanged enamel pierces the skin
A scar to fade
But a legend for a lifetime
Privilige is in the eye of the beholder
Or is it something we are born into
A burden with angelic wings
We all want what we want
Standing tall in defiant courage
The beauty of silence is persistan
This poem is about:
My country