Oppression

Oppression is like a thorn

When it comes in contact with

The 💓 Heart- it crys out

         In pain ..........

After oppression

It moves in a room with humiliation

Tormenting and torturing the heart

After some agony endured by the heart

The mind go astray

In a desperate Ray

Which can not wait 

To make the world and go and waste

At the end 

All what the heart went through is vanity

What should be a motivation

Turns to Oppression.

By Victor Agbolahan

        (Juanabell)