No one to help control the tears
Or advocate for the pains through the years
A life full of despair
A life full of shackles in all sphere
Maybe tears wouldveventually become gold
Or pains turn gain as we were told
And let sorrows be replaced with joy
So mothers can get to rest after long sucking on their breasts.
Time is our only hope, but we feel neglected
It seems it has left us or we've been rejected
Things should get better with time; but ours is worse;
We can't even trace it or recollect our fault
What have we done wrong?
Maybe we were wrong to fight for freedom
Maybe our destiny is to forever be a slave
Maybe we should be controlled to our grave
Maybe God will still remember us
Maybe we were not even forgotten
Maybe we'll still smile again
Maybe the reward will worth the wait.
©jesutolami
J