My body’s wrapped in the vastness of poetry.
Like a prisoner, locked in a dungeon of hope.
Crawling through a poetic infantry
With a feeling my heart could never let elope.
My eyes were closed in sleep
Until this feeling got revealed.
It opened and I felt poetry so deep,
Dangling at the hidden figures that I marveled.
I laid my hand on my skin – so thin;
Like a mirror, I got the poetic glance.
Honestly, nothing could be seen
Except those words that embraced my pen with dance.
Inside me is a thought that could unsex a nation
And seal due diligence.
Inside my veins are disobedient racist sages
Willing to end segregations’ races.
Inside me are lines that can travel longer distances
And show the world success’ instances.
Inside me are lines that can cure wounded souls
And lead them to healing doors.
No time to give up; my pen is bleeding.
Enough of energy is still needed to get this revolution speeding.
It’s time to rise and get poetry on the globe,
Decoding our memories in rivers of hope.
Authored by Prince Tardeh
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