By Jona poems
We have seen days,
Nights, and years kiss the ground.
Still we wait
For glory yet to be found.
Some still say,
“Maybe tomorrow it will come,”
But it doesn’t.
They dance and cheer,
Yet grief still sits
In the silence of our hearts.
Sixty-one years have passed,
But nothing has changed.
We are in motion
But there is no movement.
No progress.
No light.
Are we blind?
Or just pretending?
Every 6th of July,
We hang our flags high,
We wear colours bright,
We sing of freedom…
Yet hunger still walks
Boldly through our homes.
Schools still broken.
Hospitals still bleeding.
Harmony still missing
In the sheds where we sleep.
But we keep on celebrating,
Smiling through pain,
Marching
On the backs of the poor,
Crushing them
With their own taxes.
We celebrate with grief.
And grief celebrates with us.
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