WBASD you have sparked the flames of a revolution you can never hope to quell
and I promise you I'll see you in hell. As if my life, my passion,
my art
is a part
you can sell.
If you ask me your the ones who belong in a cell.
How can I achieve and excel
when we beg for help and your response is oh well.
We need a way out.
I know you all know what I'm talking about
We need to find our voice.
People this isn't a choice.
Scream and shout!
This is not a time to rejoice
Yes we marched but it's long from over
If we give up now in his grave dr king will turn over.
Were on the right path of peaceful protest
Take down the money grubbers we detest
And now to my students my family my people of this I stress
Do not feel hopeless
Stand and fight.
Day and night
We can find a way
To save ourselves
So on this day
I say
don't put your lives on shelves.
Stand strong and always remember.
I don't know but I've been told
Art is worth more then silver and gold
Fight back our arts shall not be sold
Down the river
WBASD is a snake that slithers
And we the revolutionaries
Shall catch it and watch it wither.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of the strange
PoetryA collection of poems that hit on the subjects of despair loneliness and isolation as well as multiple personality Please as always with all of my works keep an open mind and if this one isn't for you it isn't for you. Mmfwcl hope you enjoy :)
