I can hear songs,songs sung with bitter voices.
Songs written with blood from weakened bodies.
Songs composed by suffering hearts.
I can see them dance.
Dancing to the beats of hunger.
Dancing with their feeble bodies.
Dancing to the bitter tunes of agony.
I can see them laughing.
Laughing at their doom.
Laughing at the dry joke cracked by poverty.
Laughing with sad faces.
I can see them smiling,
Smiling as they saw death.
Smiling as they breathe their last.
Thanking death for saving them.
Can you hear the songs sung with shaky voice,telling tales of their slavery?
Can you see that their dance steps have changed?
Now they dance the dance of warriors.
Can you hear their laughters?
The sound louder than voices that fell the wall of Jericho.
Can you see their smiling faces frowning at slavery?
I ask again,can you?