How long must we wait?

REPORIENTATION How long must we wait? How long are we going to wait till our clouds fully form and the rain of justice begins to fall? How long shall we endure the silence of barren soil while the seed of a new nation fights for breath beneath it? How long are we going to wait till our political prophets' perfect prophecies come into reality? My hands tremble. My soul tremors, not from hunger for food, but from the pressure of injustice piled over time. I feel like a disaster waiting to happen, not out of personal anguish, but out of a collective national ache, the accumulative seismic stress caused by men who sit on high, and whose devotion is to their bellies. Into damnation or paradise, how long shall I wait before I erupt! How long! Comrades, how long! Life flying away as little birds, each breath of the citizen has been a gamble, lives are being snuffed out of them by the same who sworn to be a shield, the people are being baptised in hot springs of their own blood to cleanse ...