Tired to admit it’s another day
Another day that comes with my weariness
A day to hide from this sadness
There’s never a day it won’t engulf me
But I’ll remain in denial
I’ll watch the sadness step out of my Television but I’ll choose to remain quiet and ignore it
It steps out everyday, increasing in magnitude and causing me to feel different dimensions of fatigue
To know I have to constantly remind you
I have to fight so it sticks to your memory
“Black lives matter”
“No matter the religion we are one”
“We are also human”
Maybe the ghost of our fore father’s and Mandela will do a better job
How many times do we need to say these words before we become debilitated?
For how long will you push us to the wall and blame us for our reaction?
I’ll be sapped again once I find out a 16 year old was killed for unjustifiable reasons
I’ll look for peace of mind
But I won’t find it
It will run far away from me because a human like me suffers while I complain about minor incidents
I’ve been drained of all the tears and can’t muster the courage to shed anymore
I’m distressed now that I know the voices of the dead crying for their innocence should sound louder than mine
Knowing death is imminent for every word of truth I speak
Knowing thousands cry for reasons you know and decide to turn deaf ears on
Since it’s neither your tears nor your cross
It’s not your memory
You’ll decide to honour the dead but never the living
Why wouldn’t I be exhausted?
You’ll serve injustice like it’s the sweetest dish in the room but you don’t expect my weariness
Even when I know a child born today could be rendered fatherless tomorrow
And for reasons of race and colour or religion
Why shouldn’t I be tired?
Now that I know
You’ll remain corrupt at will
Money will buy you over
You’ll change that autopsy report
The victim will become the offender and the criminal will have his crimes spread like wildfire
The innocent voices will cry again
But you’ll never care because it’s not yours
You’ll turn a blind eye as you fill your belly like a tank with the sweat of the poor citizens
They’ll cry for justice and never be given
Because you’ll keep them silent and tuck them in their graves.
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