Clenched Fists Poem by Dee Gey

Freedom washed with tears rinsed by blood,
dried with heat of love from one's heart,
some unknown, but alone they're not,
to reap grounds where lilies once sprout.

Imperious pledge made by mightiest,
lies and deceits bloats their bellies,
of power themselves they hungered,
with much control they maneuvered.

Capture the air of truth they did,
slashed bodies with thorny whip,
one voice imprisoned, acts suppressed,
some lost of lives being disguised.

What sort of pain conflict inflicts?
not for privileged, not for rich
but them lowly impoverished,
all subdued by envy and greed.

Struggling to free oneself from sea
of cheats that drowned humanity,
fastened by metal links instead,
when compassion the needy begged.

Weeps behind non healing worry,
chain restraints moral propriety,
crumpled dirt poor like you and me,
somber face cries reality.

Common cause together some strode,
foot in-front the other that's bold,
trying to mend broken spirits,
holding not but pair of clenched fists.

Wearing stained, disgraced emotions,
some unmasked hidden oppressions,
undying hope screams from inside,
crossing the road of pure unjust.

The tears and sweats all mixed with grief,
they all gathered with one belief,
for their rights, stood to win the fight,
to survive from the twisted life.

Freedom sought never come handy,
it's a journey and ride isn't free,
tracks embed to eternity,
beneath the heat of slavery.