Children Of Adam, Poetry by Huseyin Abudharr Ali

 Genre: Political

Were there noone left in the world with a conscience,
And the idea of human rights was seen as old fashioned nonsense,
Were the media to call my peaceful means acts of terror,
And I was alone in this world on my endeaver,
Were people to spit at me in the streets,
And never listen to a word I say whenever I’d speak,
Were they to try make me turn my back I could never let them,
For they are the children of Adam how can I forget them,

Even if they were to hang me in Trafalgar Square,
And I struggled to stay conscious out of fear,
Even when trying to find hope seems hopeless,
And I they drugged me up so much I couldn’t even focus,
Even if they gave me a choice between London Dungeon,
Or the stolen wealth of the tower of London,
Were…