“Gagged”

It’s hurting to gag

Lonesome amidst dreads

as we gave

it’s not compassionate

not passionate as here we stand either

A drop of water

To cut thirst the hardest to tell

How our heart long to see

Brings us hardship to feel

We end perturbed

Prayerful if to be managed

A long road to the farthest eternity

Mortality takes

Meaning while natality brings

Gagged still though expecting kindness

You may ask what we spearhead:

One, talk our guts free;

Two, bury tortures;

Three, generally all freedoms granted:

Four, you won’t ask if you have done all