"Inhuman Cell"
Anxiety all around,
A frenetic trade in food.
Humanity is ruined,
Hayena’s are rampant.
The barking of the hawks is a strange call,
The hissing of the snakes is a poisonous breath.
The sleep of the innocent and oppressed is taken away,
The arrival of the English again.
Long live my motherland,
Is protecting freedom so simple?
A group of unborn, worried Bengalis,
Now embrace death.
Suddenly, conscience is in the dock,
Hearts are burning and decaying.
The exterior is only noticeable,
Inside, the triumph of inhuman's ;
Shouting.
🖊️_ Jr.Majah
25 May 2022
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Jr. Majah
Jr. Majah is a dynamic story writer, blending urban street art with vivid prose. He is passionate about youth literacy, he hosts workshops and is crafting his first novel, set for release next year.
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