"WAILERS WAIL" By: Michael Coker

They call us wailers
Yes, they taunt us as wailers

But is wailing a crime?
Is wailing a disease?

What about when they mock us as wailing wailers?

But did we wail with their mouth
Or from their own lungs?

Wailing never started today
The isrealites till today have a wailing wall where they cry to God for help.
The wailing wailers sang and the governments of the world shook because Bob Marley wailed.

So, tell me what is wrong with our wailing today? Our wailing is our cry to the authorities
It is the only cry we can render to make them rise up to their responsibilities.

Wailing is the only art and voice for the
Voiceless and oppressed,
For the forgotten and the neglected.

Wailing is a thorn in the flesh of
Oppressors, dictators, wicked politicians and pen robbers, including armed robbers!

You can hail for all you care in
your self deceit, propaganda and lies
That's your bed to lie on.

But allow us to wail in the face of
Murder, killings, kidnappings, hatred, injustice, oppression, hunger, starvation, pains, perpetuity bitterness and human trafficking!

Raise your hand mighty wailers
And wail till the authorities hear you. You will not be cowed or intimidated by any threat
until your wailings make an impact!!!

Salute to you wailing wailers!

Artwork By: Edvard Munch

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