PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Allow my nation to assume,

release them from the mental block

thats formed by your media world,  

make them have a sense of their own,

allow them to have

a self conscious of how society is,

allow them to craft theories

and thesis of the world,

a true land of the free,

incorporating inventions

that would keep this nation

as a dominant land,



allow my nation to have a statement,

let them verbalize their mental thoughts,

eradicate the stitches from their lips

allow them the gift

of freedom of speech,

allow them to form the words

of pain and agony

as they are locked in this room,

allow them with their own voice

beg for a better life,

no barriers or obstacles to overcome,



allow my nation to perceive sound,

allow them to heed mother liberty songs

close to their ears,

the inquiry of a new world,

not be classified

as aliens or other forms,

but as human kind,

let them hear a great musical piece

where they stand,

allow the wind to speak to them,

the tunes of beautiful canaries,



allow my nation to stroll,

give my nation a fighting chance,

in the great maze

created destroy some walls,

fighting race by blood,

an opening will be found,

remove the nail

and sharp broken glass

from mother soil,

so as when their forward motion

begin to ascent,

their bodies dont have to

tip toe to the other end,



allow my nation to be set free,

Aztec warriors and its society

wore the beautiful armor and bands

to demonstrate a story,

not to be used as form of containment,

remove the solid form of minerals,

converted to iron,

free our wrist,

reject its form squeezing and hugging  

my ankles and wrist,

as it attaches itself  

to the dull red colored broken wall,

allow the people

who have aided the creation of this society,

not land or gold,

just remove the oppression

that has been attached to our souls,



give them the optical proof of light,

this Aztec force need nothing more,

just a fighting chance

-che