The Voices
The Voices
The Voices of Revolution
Are
The Voices for Revolution.
It takes time and much more
For the voices that are dour,
To Announce the terrors
Facing those Horrors.
Embrace the Voices
In the crisis,
To shake and wreck
The Thrones of Demons to break.
The Voices
Have no choices,
Have been at the margin,
But their rights are always barged in.
Spirits tore,
Voices will ‘Raise and Roar’.
The voices are at a task
To unmask
The Jekyll and Hyde,
To take them to legal ride,
For roaming free,
Doing such heinous crimes with glee.
While some doubt, object,
Question or shame and reject,
It gives way to the Hunters,
Who are Predators,
With pride and scoff
Hunting, haunting and robbing off
The Minors or Majors,
As their leisure,
Day or Night,
When in sight,
At home or office
As their toffees
Robbing off
Trading off
The Dignity, Spright,
Psyche and Human Rights.
Have patience!
Have Tolerance!
In agony they shout,
Torment and yelling out,
Hear them out!
Hear them out!
The Voices are spreading like a wild fire,
Throughout the world with news that is dire.
This hurts the Hunters,
And their supporters.
They are the Bidders,
Who are the Ridders,
They rid off the weak and powerless,
As they have power to be fearless.
Some are to be blame,
Who disregard and shame,
To save the power and reign,
That they gain.
Cries of anguish,
Are made languish,
Howls of pain!
Calling out to regain,
Of The Human Rights,
Be with them in their fights.
Wait!
Before you rate,
Hear them out,
Before you slam them with your doubts
You will be surprised to find that out,
There is rout
‘Silent One’s’
Are Your very own
Daughters and Sons.
Voices and Screams of Agony
Puts them down on their knees,
Life without delight,
Voices are darkened as New Moon Night,
In Urban or rustic,
The issue is majestic.
Voices are being entice,
Calling out for Help and Justice,
From the Patriarchal Tyranny,
To high light the cultural irony.
‘Voices of Revolution’
At the Gate of Revolution
Won’t Stop!
Till they Shake off those at the Top.
The Voices
Have made Choices,
Won’t be Silenced!
Under the Fake and forced licensed
Autocracy, Culture, Respect or the Family Honor’s sake,
As nurtured or at any stack.
The voices which were crushed,
As they were hushed,
Forced to follow,
The poison they did swallow,
Tasted the pain,
Humiliation they again,
And trauma they taste,
That caused emotional unrest.
Haunted by Hounds,
Scaring the Souls with the wounds.
Bruised and searing for the personal gain,
Time and Again!
Time and Again!
Voices be louder,
Create storms wider,
To Ignite the ‘Revolution’
Come along and join hands,
This is the solution
And the Humanity for we stand.
“In support of ‘#Me Too’ motion,
Our Voices to call out for the Revolution!”
- Jyotsna Sawant
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