by Azira Binti Aziz
Published on: Feb 5, 2008
Topic:
Type: Poetry

A firm hand
ever hovering
a blatant threat
ringing in my ears
the stinging slap
when I defied you
the bubbled breath
of self-realization
for this was not
what I voted
for

for you, my leaders
we followed-silent
for you, my leaders
we hoped, and prayed
yet you, my leaders
filled your coffers
and you, my leaders
turned astray

you lie, you changed
the beat of the drum
you fit, in pieces
a puzzling clown
you claim, in fear
the blood of innocents
you broke, for power
the sacred covenant
for the social contract
of which you hold
the terms and conditions
twisted and cruel

we seek now
to retrieve
what we lost
in waking sleep

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