They make us swallow our silent words
They're still afraid that we'll be heard
And though we've always been pushed down
We somehow get up off the ground
I can't imagine why they hate
The ones they say are nature's fate
Or why they smile as we get up
Like we are naive, small, baby pups
And as they see we are not falling
Down, they fear us growing
Stronger, and they turn it to hate
They burn the monsters that they create
Intoxicated by the drug of power
The start burning us by the hour
They are addicted to pushing us down
And when we drag them with us, they have the nerve to frown
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My Poems - 2018
PoetryNo one has to read this. It's not interesting. I don't really think the poems will be very good, either. (NOT EDITED OR CHECKED FOR ANY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS.)
