Young Voices

Poem By Raynolds Moseamedi

The wars left scars in our lives
Our souls suffocated long enough in people's bad choices
The sounds we still hear
The voices our heads cannot mute
People crying out for help, But we are just children
No arms to fight, no minds to plan and no words to empower
But still in our hands a gun,
The world is no longer a playground but a field
All we posses is nothing but fear
Gunned if it bleeds,
Young voices, loud in cries, all that is to be life now buried in lies
Standing is not in our blood but a new legacy shalt arise
Eyes have seen enough, now in red they bleed
My words are my voice, there's just no one to listen
Our voices can be loud too, it doesn't have to be in prison.

Comments about Young Voices

War are really horrible though I never saw but I can relate... Nice poem Naila

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