Troops patrolling on our street's, we must obey or face defeat.
Our government's failed that's what they say.
That's why we're faced with martial law today.
Children too scared to go out and play, people living in fear everyday.
They're in big tanks and carry big guns or instead they'll just walk around on foot.
They may perch themselves outside your door, to make sure your obeying this new found law.
The war on people has now begun and if I'm been honest it makes me feel so numb.
Freedom for us exists no more, but fully controlled is what we are.
Opinions, question's and our own point's of view, we're not even allowed to have these too.
Wait isn't that our freedom of speech? Something else they've stole from right under our feet.
Is this a life for people? It's certainly not...
Just an existence in the middle of a really big plot.
Now I'll put down my pen and stop writing this poem, cos we really do need to make the most of our time.
Because nobody knows what lies wait, it all just depends on our own fate.
YOU ARE READING
Controlled.
PoetryI can't really say what inspired me to write this, I kind of just put pen to paper and this is what I got. I hope all of you who read this enjoy it thoroughly.
