the gods above us

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From the ground where my feet are planted
I gazed skyward, where the roofs are slanted
Then I looked around me, as my fellows chanted,
"Do the gods above hear us? Love us?" They ranted.

The vast space at the pit where I move and reside,
I share with my fellows who also endure the Divide
Albeit different in appearance, we are the same—
From common experiences, we are maimed.

There are those who are stripped of a homeland
Wandering around, building makeshift abodes
With their fleeting footprints stamped on the sand,
How many more miles until they reach home?

What about those perpetually silenced in history?
Just like women, who are pushed to the periphery
For not a single thought is given to them
If not about their bodies or confinement in kitchens

Let us not forget those who want to love freely
Without any restraints, judgments, or fronts
Is acceptance a concept so otherworldly?
A rainbow shall peek through the dark storms.

The tyrannical pyramid is the one to blame
And the gods above us and their cruel games
Seems like justice comes as a mere afterthought
God loves us, but the gods above us don’t.

You, the dreamer who ought to save the world 
Must realize the cruelty of the affluent lords
Share the sufferings of the vulnerable lot
And together, obtain the rights bestowed.