SECRET MARTYRA Poem by M.BabuSpeak up! Use your voice! Find the right words and decimate this overwhelming cloud of oppression.I’ll find the right words for you one day, The words you know that I now can’t utter. They’ll sting at you like a flustered wasp, A wrath as belligerent as your earthly heart. My words will tear and bite and mock, All the pain you’ve had me bear these years. The tragic tears I’ve shed for respite, Will all come back to haunt your fears. I’ll escape from this inexpressive cocoon, That you shut me in and locked secure. Afraid of my words’ impending doom. You’ll hope and pray for my timely allure. The time is now for the pressure relief, My system necessitates this spoken detox. To cleanse my soul from your endless grief. And prevent repetition of your cunning locks. I’m done with you…Oppression. -M.Babu-© 2011 M.BabuAuthor's Note
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9 Reviews Added on March 7, 2011 Last Updated on March 7, 2011 Tags: Cowardice, Bravery, Self Expression, Prejudice, Oppression, Relief, Escape, Redemption Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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