Our parents did not suffer

I just had to post something today. I’ve almost been swallowed up my activities (work, planning my wedding, and more work...lol) Blogging is soooo different from writing for me and I’m still tryna catch up. For two weeks now I've carried tonnes of 'unwritten' stuff in my head and on tiny pieces of paper...verrrry frustrating. So here's one of them....




Our parents did not suffer
- or so they tell us
They told tales of days
when pepper was like water
-an endless river
When markets had no guards
You only came and bought what you wanted
The money tray untouched
They told us of their battle for freedom
The one we seem to claim today
“We fought for literacy”
“For the voice of the common man”
"Liberty of all minds and spirits”
-from the white man's oppression
We still fight after their Pyrrhic victory
We fight for light
For water
An average income for the common man
Equality for all men
We, the warriors are liberated captives
-of our own minds
A wasted war it is then
Shouldn’t we all just pack up
-and leave like the cowards that we are?