As I move through the hustle and bustle of the day
My claims can only dare to state my aim and validate my pain.
They abuse me then accuse me.
I understand looks can be deceiving but why should I bare it's infliction.
They fought for equality, my opposite I mean. But when they felt the power of privilege.
They never wanted equality, they wanted the higher end of justice in their favour.
They're greed moved high, they now blame and shame, when they don't get their way.
Why should I suffer for the actions of the ones who are gone.
Man of earth, I dare not fear, worse I explain my tears.
All alone for I'm the least to proclaim I feel alone.
Man of earth, a little attention is not affection
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PoetryLike all other literature, poetry understands the act of word play. Poetry with just a few words expresses our deeper, emotional and conflicting thoughts. Tells a story and makes Known to it's us, facts. And the fact is poetry is you, me and everyon...
