A People's Sweet Conspiracy!

John A. Akec

Pardon?
A people conspiring?
Indeed.

Such a thing exists!
An angry mob feeling despised,
Powerless and without dignity.
Mountains of wrongs unpunished,
Compounded iniquity.
Countless life lost,
No freedom in sight.
The guard robbing the guarded,
People can't manage a sigh.
Bruised and defaced,
Such has been their lot.
With a thousand kicks and beatings,
Left for dead!
Curved and bent,
Such has been their yoke.
Retreating for ever
A people in flight.
Crying in anguish,
Long has been their night.
But look!
Hands waving,
A sign of awakening!
Lips moving,
Uttering condemnation:
of Mountains of wrongs,
and Compounded iniquity.
Lips moving,
Singing songs
of Freedom,
Dignity,
Restoration,
Solidarity,
Oneness,
Destiny,
Accountability
Judgment!
There begins the march,
To dream land.
Where they own:
Power,
Dignity,
Rights,
Freedoms.
Masters of their destiny
Hasten O days,
of People's sweet conspiracy!