“Hear Me”
-Anizza

Carabaos say “moo”
People shout “woo”
And sometimes a loud “boo”
Especially when it’s a ‘foe’

You see other’s thin smile
Fitting-in to the new style
Wearing hills so very high
Heads-up up to the sky

You say “you can’t drag me down”
But it’s your ego that makes you drown
Like standing high in the crowd
Without even wearing a single crown

Correct me if I’m wrong
But I should be strong
To say what’s going on
To be heard like a song

Open your eyes so wide
So you can see The inside
Of one’s poor tummy
And of the rich greedy belly

Politicians shout “vote for me!”
Adding “I promise thee!”
A pleasant sound indeed
But was ended being shredded
For it was a word of dead weed

I don’t care who will be the next
But still hoping like the rest
Waiting for the power that was vested
To be acted to which it is intended

“I’m not rich” voice stretches
But their account clearly has stiches
Of currencies from all places
That was hidden in all cases

This is just me saying
“Their advertisements are not real”
Hiding something which we should fear
Concluding they have the skill
To make the nation thrill
But in the end it is still
Putting us all on hotter grill

I want you to hear me more
I got a lot of things to say
But since I took your 1.22 mins.
I’ll end this one poem and say
“Please prepare
.
.
.
And do the share”