Sounds no one heard but me, <br />shriek of woes excruciating survival, <br />the heads recoil sipping juice of no residue, <br />tentacles move invisibly possessing even every grains left, <br />no sooner the mighty squeeze the birth to rest. <br /> <br />So sincere, shroud, solemn never seen, <br />the sickly glow of treacherous footpath, <br />encompassing the populated minorities of dark, <br />a claim so erratic in taboo's milieu <br />so weird in the delirium of one's illusion. <br /> <br />the new fires in the struggle for breakthrough <br />optimistic ball left the brain on its wreckage, <br />forming a new horizon the renewal of the past, <br />the past of injustice, in corehent and incompassion. <br />the world of wealth, power, popularity and greed. <br /> <br />meditation descends now to propel the gear, <br />conscience sparks and eliminates the filthy, <br />integrity hoists the emblem of chastity, <br />compassion dwells the upheaving brains to sweal <br />together on tribe slash the hammock of society's ill. <br /> <br />times emerge no more for us to enjoy, <br />why imprisoned the heart of no options <br />the 'eye' of life winks never a second, a minute, <br />to curse the agony you cause in our course, yesterday to repent, somehow too late, today should be the day! . <br /> <br />(Note: written during the day when there's a delayed in salary of teachers.)<br /><br />Susan T. Aparejo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/echoes-of-agony/
