We long to be heard,
Yet our voice demands in whispers—
Barely spoken, barely mentioned.
We've majored in blaming,
We've got our master's in pride,
When will we learn the value of thinking?
Search out the depths in our minds.
And should I remind you of the value of our words?
This freedom that we've attained,
One we clearly don't deserve.
Because we abuse it when we use it,
We think it's ours to throw around;
Take it for granted, surely we'll lose it,
Soon find our freedoms upside-down.
YOU ARE READING
we were gifted with thøught
Poesiasome deeper poetry maybe "i hope you're dead, cause how could you sleep at a time like this?"
