The lamentation of a labour
The water clears my blood with murky diseases into which my mind swims and confiscates my lethargy What is with my world of knowledge? Is it bound by injustice? Could I survive by hoping or by external pleading? There is somewhere I know a place we all call home that is a place where murky waters are for pigs I dream suffocating dreams the rough call of silence greet my wake up to a nightmare another escapes to a brand new day What is more important than life? the bravery of revelation, now cries freedom, shackled by one country's religion