We're back for revenge
And to bring back to us
Those Taken unfairly, unjustly
They didn't care about that
We're lucky, we're not them, not changed yet
We're not changing, ever
And they know that
The kid gloves are off
We're declared 'criminals'
As if, it's them who are the true criminals
The masses don't know, thus we're
The boogeymen, the blamed
But we're free
And free to wreak the havoc we bring
The 'evils' of us
Are nothing compared to what they do
But nobody notices
Except for our own
So Lost, rise up again
Take back the reins of control
That have slipped out of the hands
Of the incompetent leaders
They're disguised behind facades of trustworthiness
But they're all spoiled brats
Just wanting to help themselves
Don't want to do anything for us
So we, the Liberated, must Liberate the rest
YOU ARE READING
The Lost
PoesíaThe lost. The abandoned. The miserable. The world from our point of view. WARNING-Written in poetical style. If you don't like, don't read.
