It was the Protest of my Fear,
The second Action of my Feelings.
You're the Loudspeaker of my Tear,
So little noise is in my killings.
It isn't hard to hear me Scream,
You just have to join my Team.
It is the Blockade of my Anger,
Lock on the conquer of my Tolerance.
Attach my hate to you Anchor,
The coldness of my Sufferance.
An arrest way too younger,
Still wouldn't make a Difference.
Yes, yes, yes.
I've felt the Voices of my Marches.
I never Lobbied to let it go,
I slayed the Anger, it tried to colonized us.
But I know the Feelings are real,
And I know the feelings are real.
These are the Actions of my Feelings,
And like the flyers they keep on going.
And until time does his healing,
A a relationship would be mind-blowing.
Now all my senses are revealing,
Some direct actions are exploding.
It's only slowly escalating...
