The Slaves And The Masters

Parasite vampire sucking their soup. 

They are drying up like a stream in a desert. 

Using religion as an opium for the poor.

Using power to abuse their rights.

When they smile, their eyes shines so bright.

They get that grin on their faces that could melt an ice.

But the truth behind their front stage.

Weep not, weep not, the hope is not dead.

But the judgment has been drawn.

In the long sleepless nights, their wish is to see a change in their country.

Those who had fled to green pastures have plead to better things.

Their voices are like a barking where there are no dogs.

Their hearts have scattered into pieces.

Some have no hope to stand tall again. 

Life gives sorrow only for you to find joy. 

But just like moons and sun's, with the certainty of tides. 

Just like hopes springing high, they will still rise to top. 

Living poor lives, days and nights of terror  and fear, they will rise. 

They have gifts from the God to live. 

They are the dreams and hopes of their  slavery, so they will rise. 

They see the moon shining bright in the sky during the night and think of their 

children with blues faces. 

Red tears falling from their eyes, their 

hearts out of their chests with dripping black blood. 

But its all easy if their faith in him is strong. 

For it makes all the differences. 

I wish they may,

I hope they might dream upon my wish today. 

I wish they could read this, maybe they can 

see the truth and take action, Amen.