Occupy Poetry

Freedom Call

BY Saira Viola

Rain razors the sky with strips of metal grey
And a million sorrows are lost in a hundred yesterdays
Your face it bleeds for democracy
And bullets burn with intensity
A hunk of brain
A collage of limbs
The tears of children hold our sins
Innocence lost in a battle for oil
And rotting corpses redden the soil
A widow's cries mask the pain
Of slaughter for greed and corporate shame

From: 
Fast Food and Gin on the Lawn

Newsletter

Help us build the most popular collection of engaged poetry online. ubscribe to Occupy Poetry & Stay tuned!

Back to Top