When equality’s bent and fairness chose to go blind, kingdom of violence came to seek portions. When cries no longer work, souls retreat into the mind, seek courage instead to fight for options. When looking at their face, lips closed tight not from furies but apathy from ceaseless destructions. Looking into their eyes, reflection does tell stories, haunting stories of justice being auctioned.
A poem in support of democracy, justice and peace in Myanmar for all people, regardless of ethnic groups, religion, gender, age, status of economy, educational level, and so on. May you one day taste peace and freedom.
Poem written using the Kerf style. Kerf consists of 12 lines that made up into 4 tercets, uses 6/7/10 syllables per tercet and a rhyme scheme of abc abc dec dec.
#NaPoWriMo2021 – Day 16