Poems about Animals
Neither justice overtake us: we wait for light but behold obscurity for brightness but we walk in darkness
I am not an animal. I can’t be tamed
Treating me like nothing, treating me like a game
Waste my time. Waste my patience
I wake up every morning.
Not able to recognize who I am.
Tears coming down my face,
I wake up every morning.
Not able to recognize who I am.
Tears coming down my face,
The murk overlaps
the dawn; around
Eye-opener thereupon.
Therefore, the glossy morning
There used to be a wall.
Tall.
Smooth surface.
Impossible to climb.
He owns so much he is rich