"Withered Voices" SSPC 91
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Withered voices
Beaten dry in the harsh wind
Brought forth
On the wings of lack
We are the chosen
But we are choiceless
Helpless puppets
Dancing to rhythms
Terribly out of tone
To the yearnings
Of the common man's
Soul
Helpless
We are locked into solitude
With thoughts and rages
For the ideal
Withered voices
Of choiceless electorates
Beaten sore by neglect
And hopelessness
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In the business world, the rearview mirror is always clearer than the windshield.
This is totally beautiful, I could feel your frustration in the poem, you were trying to lament about the the people in democracy who has been failed by their government, not fufilled I'm their dreams and desires and definitely broken and helpless.
You're a fantastic poet, and your poem is my pick for the week.
Whoah...thanks for your words. They've given me great encouragement.