We Are Trying To Stay Alive Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

WE ARE TRYING TO STAY ALIVE

The sun had spread the mat of our suffering,
Our pains are no more in the pocket it used to be.
Don't put my words in your left hand but let
It dwell in your right hand for the suffering
Are for an appointed time, when the sun had gone
And the darkness cleared then shall joy come.

We have waited so long to see the moon put a smile,
We can't fight them says our spirits because we are
Voiceless and helpless to the care of our homes.
But we are trying to stay alive from what it used to be, our lilies pride are taken away; yet we are
Trying to be who we are not meant to be.

We asked them about the stars that blinded our eyes
So that we could rip it of by the means of unity,
We will then hold our hearts together to fight
But they torture us the more than before.
Even when the storm roared, we will not be shaken,
For our lives lay in unity and the drive to conquer
Those things they think we are not.

We are trying to stay alive amidst the storm,
We have no back of our own.
Our hearts have been taken into the heart of their hearts.
When we scream, they laugh in stupidity as if
Our agony means nothing to them.
We shall be alive to see the down fall of the oppressor.