Though we're songs if anybody sings?

We're almost tired of breathing.
Hey! Belief is free.
And luckily so far
They don't tax it?
Oh! The Paradise still exists somewhere
But you have to get permission to sit there
Among the others.
Please make us Logs
Or Stones, if not traffic lights
With the colour of Amber.
At least we could have wink in between
The revolutionary Red & pasture Green
For the reckless drivers
Who seek unlimited wilderness!

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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