I Am Poem by Andytics mufc

I am the invisible teardrop
That courses down the dirt ridden cheeks of a laborer
Who toils around the clock
Sweating an ocean
Driven by a burning desire to feed his large family
But earns an unspeakable insult
In form of a peanut like pay

I am the whimper
Of a voter 
Pregnant with immeasurable hopes for a better change
But sees them crushed to death
By selfish acts of a breed of heartless politicians
Politicians who play every evil in the book
To fatten their heavy pockets
Politicians who house a mortuary to the sense of guilt in their gut

I am the untold story
Of a woman
Abused on daily basis
Beaten like a punching bag by a monster in the name of a husband
But nips the excruciating anguish inside her
For culture forbids her to spill the beans
Instead it teaches her to be submissive and obedient her husband
Like does a hound to a master

I am the silent scream
Hiding under the throat of a homeless orphan
Who parents himself
Homes in the streets and slums
Guzzles on leftovers thrown in the bins
Who specializes the artistry of shoplifting and pickpocketing 
Who gets accustomed to pathetic degrees of misery
Who sights no light at the of the tunnel

I am you 
The reader of this poem
Who shall make a decision
To  either
Take a positive step and make a difference
Or ignore this poem like a useless wounded pride