they aren't listening to our cries
shot up, shot down, another of us dies
we assemble, we fight in crowds of immeasurable size
but they don't see us, covering their eyes
they turn away while we are brutalized
i'm no longer satisfied
when our leaders tell us lies
promise me we'll see through their disguise
something opens up before our eyes
and we'll bring change down from the skies
the pills they're handing out smell like cyanide
they think that we're too young to wonder why
while they sit blind they don't see us mobilize
do they know that we are on the rise?
when did misery turn into a prize?
why is it so hard for them to sympathize?
when our lives are comprimised
why is it so easy for them to demonize?
how long have i been unsurprised?
was i ever satisfied?
when out leaders tell us lies
promise me we'll see through their disguise
something opens up before their eyes
and we'll bring change down from the skies
the pills they're pushing smell like cyanide
they think that we're too young to question why
while they sit blind they don't see us mobilize
but soon they'll know what we are on the rise.
centuries of leaders to despise
they were never on our side
this was never a reprise
hate has always been implied
there's nothing left to analyze
i was never satisfied.
when our leaders tell us lies
promise me we'll rip of their disguise
something opens up inside our minds
and we'll rain change down from the skies
the pills they're swallowing are filled with cyanide
and we're not too young to watch them die
now they know that we have mobilized
now they know that we are on the rise.
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Feminist Rage
PoetryA collection of poems about feminism, empowerment, and the power of change. (all poems are mine)