These Words

THESE WORDS
These words are not mine
But the voices of the unknown/deprived
Their cries unheeded/rights neglected
And their pride dethroned
From the Everest of humanity

 These words are not mine
But the plight of orphans and widows
Desperate losers and refugees -
Prey to psychopaths killing for God
What an agony of Man's inhumaity?

 These words are not mine
But the unheard pleas for justice
From those untimely graduates of life
Whose unlived dreams and remains
Make up the soil that sustains humanity

 These words are the wails of a billion bereaved
Bemoaning the triumphs of wickedness
But losing wars with misery, injustice -
While cursing the conception of class
Which makes life a rat-race that condones inhumanity

 These words may not right the wrongs
But these words will raise throngs
These words are the hidden fears
These words are the unseen tears
These words are the buried voices
Hear them, say them
That we may save humanity

(c)J.Ifeme

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