Tell Them

Tell Them

Tell them, I’m sick of the eclipses that sail our soil.

Tell them, I’m dying with the dine they make of our oil.

Tell them, the freaky frown on our faces

has put on the secret of their traces.

Tell them, the seemly sweet mucus

we suck are not food but deadly locus.

Tell them, the backaches need a balm.

Tell them, the sore-footed needs a palm.  

Tell them, the pregnant cloud screams for a raining tears.

Tell them, the Lilies are dying of unrest; they fade with fears.  

Tell them, the shallow buried bodies of our brothers

have smell to us here indeed! Tell them it borders!

Tell them, we see, we sense, we hear.

Tell them, we’ve lend them enough of our ears.

Tell them, their sulking-slinked slit sail the spirit of our souls.

Tell them, we’re choked to the bone even under the soles!

Tell them, their crocket ways crack in us a pot holes.

Tell them, my life, our lives are full enough with agonies!

Tell them, the worms in our belly regret existence with these goonies.

Tell them, the sky is sick and shy to shine.

Tell them, the cloud cries for our decline.

Tell them, our ears are filled enough with filths.

Tell them, we need no more the sermon of a thief’s sheaths.

Tell them, our eyes are open enough to researches they’ve taught.

Tell them, we’ve enough learned those languages of pain they taught!

Tell them, the ground is wet enough for a slippery.

Tell them, we’re now graduates of their fooling trip-artistry.

Tell them, The Newton of our body run a spark-lain!

Tell them, the shackling drains and runs us insane.

Tell them, a change we need

not the chain that bind us in need!

And remember to tell them, “the evils that men do, live after them”.

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