We Drank Their Blood

You wonder why we remain silent
And can't voice our griefs
And you try to find help
Please stop, we are okay

You see us die one by one
And you fear the morgue will over flood
And the cemetery will vomit others
We can't complain though

You see them asking us to fight
And we raise hands on brothers
And find pleasure in our sister's chambers
We are fine with it.

We drank their blood
And their is nothing we can do
But to let them control us
Or face their wrath and anger

We drank their blood
Their dirt infected blood
That defiles our system
To submit to their wants

©Lewis Wamwanda