MY COUNTRY SPEAKS

Sadness sorrow

and madness

maddening.



My country speaks

little freedoms

corrupt season.

My country speaks

the reason.

And fear the slap

of treason



Fearfully.

Word more

words

To their action.

Without useful reaction.



Praise.

Forced praise

afraid of

actionable raze.

Is action, a bitter taste



My country speaks first, praise to a life

living

and then spit misgivings

on those sealed

behind grave

pillaring.



My country speaks.

And do little to action.

My country timid

so timidly it throws

reactions.



My country is

belittled

by countrymen

Exchanging

riddled insults and

attachments

'Cause they know

and understand

our fear of reaction



My country speaks

and hardly tempt action.

My country speaks nothing

but eloquent silence.