We.
We walk with pretence, wanting truth.
We walk with plastic faces, demanding genuine smiles.
We walk with paper,chanting to save trees.
We walk with dryness, contemplating tears.
What happened?
What happened to saving to live?
Now we living hoping to be saved. Who?
Who is our hero?
Who is brave enough to fight for the selfish?
Who is brave to fight for the killers of joy?.
Who?
Who?
Who?
No one.
That's who.
No one will fight for the wicked now.
The wicked have killed, tormented and slaved.
The wicked show fake, pretence and more fake.
The wicked don't smile with you.
They rise up the tool of fake-ness.
The wicked don't celebrate with you.
They wait for your downfall.
We.
YOU ARE READING
H.E.R
PoetryRandom Poems Written at random hours All poems written by Mercia Jorge.. The first part is a short story, then the rest of the book is poems.. If you have questions, you may message me, but please let it be valid ... A few poems have swear words...
