Silently standing,
eyes glaring
Firing a dagger
for each one to stagger
Standing tall
awaiting the hierarchy to fall
No drama, no hate, only equality
His dream a formality
only one for those below the hierarchy
But money and lies turned his own against him
leaving him undisturbed
but yet he continued standing, perturbed
The hierarchy feared him
he was loved by the none
so he learned from a nun
how to be the same
he himself died infame
feared by the known
gathered as the unknown
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Words to match a Rose
PoetryJust some poems I wrote, felt like it I guess. Fight me about it. #57 highest in poetry. :D Wooo! Hit them double digits! Picture by my friend Cynthia Bisby from work :D
