What Can I Do?

What Can I Do?

A Poem by Sergei

The pessimism that comes with realising oppression.

What can I do?
All around me I see
the poverty
the despair of calamity.
My blood, subjected to tyranny
of an invisible enemy.

What can I do?
My sister cries and dies;
Are these but only buzzing flies
that upset "the peace":          lies
of a complacent coward!

What can I do?
"Be grateful, you are lucky;
do you know how many
of your family
would kill to be 
enjoying this sanctity,"
a shield of immunity;
An evil we refuse to see.

What can I do?
Empty words that flee
a mind only beginning to see;
what more do I offer to thee,
than heartbroken philosophy?
Word made flesh by divinity,
a power not blessed to me. 
My words remain empty,
occupying a space void of empathy.

Your words ring loudly:
"It was all in the past, you see. 
What right do we
have to describe, to feel
a pain that befell our ancestry?"

© 2017 Sergei

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Added on February 28, 2017
Last Updated on February 28, 2017
Tags: Oppression, tyranny, pessimism, feminism, philosophy, Nazism, tolerance, women's rights, poverty, conservatism, liberalism, right-wing, left-wing, words, power, politics, institutions



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