Politicians defending us ineptly
Fighting for a piece of land restlessly
They send our boys to fight
Against a swarm-like army of knights.
Everyone wants to earn glory
But each of them has their own story
Wives and children are waiting under the wall
they will cry when our boys will fall.
Life is precious, that's what people say,
But they send them to rob and kill,
without blinking an eye
Many of them will die and we can't change it
Because the question isn't “how?”
But “why?”.
CZYTASZ
BROKEN ME
PoezjaBROKEN ME is my first poetry collection. Contained with upgraded version of my first poems about my love life and insecurity describing my past, explainning my present and creating my future.
