Forced

Am forcing a poem out of me

Unlike child birth or constipation 

Like a finger down my throat

It's a torture in my brain

Force is common now, 

And it's said to be for my own good! 

I leave shackles behind

New age chains are created

Generations fight to move forward

One stroke and back to square one

Liberation came with conditions 

Fighting spirit is dead and gone

In this divided world 

Healthy debate is killed 

Either you are proud

Or you must be expelled 

It's many countries in one

Many centuries in one 

The lead horse is running ahead

Cutting loose from the herd  

I am forcing a poem out of me

As my pen sits shut in fear

My chest fills with hope

But as i breathe out, just despair. 

BhaShe