Poem -
Revolt
What my eyes saw was sorrow,
What my ears heard were cries,
What my nose smelled was blood,
What my tongue tasted was rotten bread,
What my skin felt was pain,
And all these made my weak hands,
To fight for justice and honour,
Sir; hope you don’t have any more “why”s.........Â
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never be quiet, because its the biggest crime you can do to future generations.......
plz comment your suggestions........
Very powerful David, keep it going for the good of all men out there.Â
thanks shirley
silence doesn't show cases the weakness.........