Singing a silent song in language of ernegy <br />It comes out shy <br />Look! At it braches <br />Lenging eyes down <br />Cloudy 3rd March 1986 <br />Born in Vinigar days <br />and we are tired of lemon <br /> <br />Our land is helpless <br />Joy is rare <br />Teas are floody <br />Falling like summer rain <br />Flood of blood <br />Corpse lying down <br />Like headless chicken, slapped and stepped <br /> <br />Remove my black skin <br />It is an assassination of colour <br />Craving for remedy <br />Someone! God come down to our rescue <br />Enemy is Government of a day <br />Darkness a token of suffering<br /><br />Jacques Sprenkie Mateya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sour-day/
