The Dissent Voices

 

I sit under a solitary tree

The world becoming distant to my eyes,

As I think of how it once was: beautiful and free,

But as the time elapses some grasp

Just like I do; a civilized being

But I'm afraid that we are silenced:

With jeopardizing

'Us' like we don't have a say in it; Otherwise we are to be minced,

Oh thee! How should I put this?

Should we be rueful?

In other word just dismiss?

Ha! I'm tired of this as I sniffle,

When I see the sun fighting through the smog

To find its way out,

All I can try is to seek an epilogue 

To this democracy that seem to be worn out,

I wish that I could alpas the dissent voices;

However at the end of the day 

I'm enlightened of how we are left with no choices,

Like a bridge; as thin as ice with one end left with no other way...

I'm remorseful of not being helpful,

And  wish I was blinded: just like every time I look at the Sun.

- Aaliya Parvin