We tender our sores in silence,
we children of a world without conscience,
a difficult undertaking that requires patience
We let go the similes and rhymes
Speaking in metaphors,
we stare at the truth with a blank countenance.
We see your shame
We can taste your disgust at our unspoken words
You can’t accept that we are quiet?
You say you can’t be blamed?
It’s not your fault?
You want our pity,
our stamp of approval,
a confirmation of your helplessness.
We’ll be mute
The day we rise,
amen to you.
WRITER- KWAKU GYAMFI- threesxityGh contributor/writer.