So you tell me
That our enemies
Are worse than
freedom?
We seek shelter in savaged places,
Our leaders have gone astray.
Your selfish hands hold your purse,
And you say we will go away?
Our life won't seek
Shelter by evil forces.
Weapons are at their peak
We become meek
Your weapons streak
We will freak!
Of course.
Justice is to be served
For those who deserve
And for those who are nerved
By the lose of a soul
Who's innocence befouled...
So I say this once,
Please, please remember
The dangerous amount
Of your ignorance of us.
We will continue to mount
On the stone of just.
YOU ARE READING
~Feelings Purette~
Thơ caRespect the elegance of writing, communication, and music. Those things are a part of our every day lives. Even if you don't really care... Think again. They are good words and sounds, even if they don't mean well. Most of these poems are based off...
