Putrefied Time

My soul is pierced hundred times,

from what i see everyday.

To let me live in this despair,

I keep my mouth sealed.

Seeing the death-race i think

may be my number is next.

I'll go when time comes

leaving my wounded soul behind.

I've big burdens of injustice,

which i can't carry anymore.

Opened my mouth to declare

what was hidden in the heart.

But kept my hands on my mouth

refraining myself from protesting;

What we all have been doing,

leaving our innerself screaming loud.

Subconsciously,my hand slips

 down and i speak;

which becomes a roar

as my voice echoes the voice

of the people out there.

Now,you will all see

there'll be a huge

tide of change;

In this conveying

putrefied time;

As we speak.