By aemelia

A! an innocent lamb

Eyes once so filled with joy

loitering upon verdant fields, her birthright

chasing, sketching the sun’s gold

hoping for a beautous future

Is lost to the darkness

abducted, sheared of all her fleece

and found butchered

remnants disposed in plastic

As if they were trash

Yet she had faded from memory

Of all but those dearest…


A! yet she was one among the flock

Daily harmed by the iron conveyor belts

That do grind upon the impoverished

Upon those unseen and squeezed into corners

Denied access to wellbeing

In their own home

drain them of their worth

With work paid less than due

shoddily dealt-with issues

Eroding at their health

and laws that do not defend them

always perfectly shielding

Their harmers and persecutors

But yet they must pay tribute to it

Lest they be deemed “unlawful”

And be further convicted of crimes

Trapped in swamps of bad name;

A! from youth they are laughed off

As “lowly”, like they were

Creatures in a menangerie

Who could be bullied around

and whose cries will never be heard;

tied by forbidding economy

They must stay quiet when injustices

Do fall upon them

for they are forgotten by the silver scale

and institutions do silently permit

Angst to be translated

into harm on those unfortunate ones

Blaming their hurt on themselves

If they should dare

To fight back in open

Against crimes unacknowledged

So conveniently forgotten-

Such a good deal to all

But the poor lamblings

Forgotten even when they

end their lives with desperation

And plead for justice with a letter

Written in their blood and sincerity!

When they grow, their workplaces

do entrap them in “low” positions

That do not appreciate their work

And laught it off as their fault

That they weren’t hard-working enough

Never mind that

their talents are merely different,

not lesser in “creativity”

And their path to higher learning

Is filled with thorns invisible!

they are told to be grateful

For a job that pays at all

And endure the demeaning glances

The law institutes that fail to protect them

Against aggressors

For their screams are unheard

Their pains conveniently unseen

Their lives spent in agony and struggles

Against sickness from ignored food issues

against unfair workplaces and schools

Till they do something in desperate self defence

that looks “unprovoked” to outsiders

Or are murdered, by accursed hands

Scantly ever uncovered!

A! the ballot, that self proclaimed balm

Have failed to save these innocent ones;

Their autonomy over their lives

Is compromised by shoddily dealt with concerns

Never making it onto the agenda

Because they couldn’t afford to scream!

May their chains soon be broken

And their voices be heard Their wellbeing be ensur