WE ARE HOPE by Winifred Fredrick

Day84
#365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge

When we marched, we whispered freedom
Not to be shackled, we marched for our future
Not a protest, a silent walk for our kingdom
But with threats, disguised as request they made fixture
They said our whispers were too violent
So in fear we did relent

We marched without our voices
Only hope on our feet resounding our dreams
But this time our feet was silenced
Don't march so loud, our nation requires peace;
This they said, waving at us guns and vices

They said we did breath too loud
Like mourners on procession, we stood huddled in a corner
Afraid to speak, afraid to breath, afraid to live, to lift our banner

But hope, it never dies, inside us

it simmered
Take our voices, it whispered
But we won't seat in defeat, we recovered
Break us, we are resilience, we whimpered
They pushed us, now we rise, we are resilience

We are lions we proclaimed
We won't back down any more, we swore
Guns and prisons, threats and death
But we are hope, and hope never dies
They watched in awe, for we were torches
Carrying fierce furnace, hope was our drove, our meth
We are a nation that rises
Ashes makes Phoenix of us, not debris
We are freedom, we are hope

Winifred Fredrick says, I'm a short, coloured, confused girl and sometimes dark..maybe not sure. A final year student of Linguistics.

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