The Wings of Despair

Natasha Sharma posted under PenMuse-24 Poetry on 2020-11-17



The chains around my neck Slowly suffocate me Deprive me of the air I so desperately need. I struggle, wring my hands My protectors laugh, they stand Watch me sink deep Into their created quicksand. Their pockets are full Their agendas are null They have fleeced our country All that remains now is her husk. But I will rise from ashes Charred, my will, not broken For I am democracy The voice of people.

[ratemypost]