Tiresome

Poem 159 

 

I have really grown

Tiresome

Of all of the horrid things

That my people have gone through

Stated to the entire world

From me to you

In times of black and blue

And just wearing thin

Day in and day out

And wondering each and everytime

What all of this is really about

Clenched fists

And ready to scream and shout

But the voices aren’t ever heard

Or taken seriously

But rather out of context

And feeding more misery

Feeling drained 

And never any real gains

But lots of suffering and pain

Time and time again

Ready for a win

And for a true life

To actually begin

Just say when

And to have real peace and joy

Instead of every now and then

If it even lasts

Going through and repeating

Many mistakes and vile acts

From the past

And trying to surpass

The very present

While headed towards the future

With no real change

And many unlearned lessons

Basking in evil

And calling it essence

Stemming from

Many constructed kingdoms

That just feed the system

But does anyone truly

Stop

Looks and listen

To the all of the tears that have fallen

And the faint beat of the world drum

For me and my people

Once again

Have become tiresome

 

Quiet Storm In Motion