Unheard Poem by Albeit Mandianike

An immernse tumult
A protracted clamour
And pouring out of inconsolable hearts
the vehement verocification still falls unto deaf ears

Anguish and agony
become a quotidian recurrence
Optimism and hope gradually thwart
as the induction of excruciating pain
seems to be expedited by a heart impoverished of its empathy

The potent still stand firm to object
living hell in their motherland.
Vortexes of wanton crowds mushroom,
blathering incoherent and extravagant utterances
in a bid to have liberty

A bid to stop being their brothers' colonial subjects;
the consequences are still the same,
a non-democratic 'democratic' state
they still suffer the wrath of their blood brothers' whip,
the majority is overlooked,
their views rendered inconsequential,
their voices are unheard