Silent Voices

Oppression

7 Of death and birth Songs composed by great poets Oppression Just because I stoop not to you for help But always struggle hard to help myself You now employ all instruments you can To ensure that my head is always bowed Your solace is to see how I can march With arms stretched out in front to beg for alms You sure enjoy to see me beg and beg For you to be certain down there I’m still It’s fun for you to trample on my head And see me stooping low in front of you Your dream is to see that no rival nears Which is why you bear oppressive arms So that is why you work hard to oppress Because you fear a rival may o’er-take And push you far so hard against the rock So much your position may have a dent Oppressive intents have poisoned your mind So much you now forget you need a push So long have you been perching on that rung Since no one is with you to fight for space Competition’s the driving force in life It helps to bring about development But yet no one who strives hard to succeed 8 Will ever be a human you will like Why have you brought yourself so low to hurt Hurting is but a method of the low Those low in spirit and in confidence Who always fear a rival may o’er-take Weapon of the weak oppression is Those not sure they can a great chance stand To gain success alongside those who strive Hard to make sure the leadt hey also take Greed A very long hand yours must be Ever stretched to grab the best Nothing good belongs to Anyone But Greed Greed sees Someone’s pretty wife And turns around to snatch her ’way As nobody must marry her But Greed Where lives Greed? Up in the sky Everyone sees him towering there Where nobody ventures to reach But Greed What a mountain of a house Why so low are all the rest? Pigmies dwellers here must be But Greed ...