Oh dear I think I know why times are ending
Is it the wars?
Rigid people holding rigid riffles
Fight for your freedom they tell yah
The alliteration of freedom fighters
Hides the literal meaning
The devils dancers
Taught to hold hatred within their fingers
Triggered.
Everyday we see another one fall
But all in the name of freedoms call
Freedom fighter they tell yah
But lips slivered with gun powder lie
The silver essence emits a light that doesn't exist
Freedom fighters they tell yah
When does the freedom then begin?
YOU ARE READING
Discography of Verse
PoetryWatch as ink sink beneath light paper Read a page or two and escape life's cruel nature.
