There is no peace without us.
The future is empty if we aren’t heard.
The lines drawn on those maps become fragile
the second you supress our voice.
You have turned the miracle of life
into a burden, a curse we carry
You hid your wrongdoings behind altars
that you used to trample over us
You have started wars and
sunk into madness when you lacked
closeness to us.
You did everything, except respect us.
Yet you so brazenly claim that we need you
you spent centuries convincing us we are submissive
but the message isn’t catching on
Have you finally gotten the point?
Don’t forget that my first novel is available on Amazon: Little Rebellion
Also you can get my poetry books: Rehab and Identity crisis