Another poem from my collection... A whisper in the dark A whisper in the dark, a murmur in the park, a chat in a square or seated on a chair in a café drinking coffee or a calming cup of tea. A word of disillusionment, voicing a predicament, quietly aware of danger or the glance of a stranger. Discontent born of repression and continuous suppression of opinions and views with frequent curfews. In these whispered words, there are hidden hazards for no one can be sure the listener is secure and wont betray you, because fearful of the few bold enough to speak of what they seek And so it goes on everywhere where revolution is in the air. A desire for something better, an end of an oppressor, and the birth of something new where everyone can have a view without being beaten or imprisoned for words spoken. One day all may be free but corruption and cruelty will have to be overcome before the desire for freedom is achieved by countries burdened with dignitaries and leaders in love with power. Currently, there seems no answer to ousting those rulers idolizing wealth on their altars, sacrificing their people and lives and holding countless human captives. *************
Posted on: Fri, 01 Nov 2013 10:20:47 +0000
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