Collection of Random Poems

Keeping Your Head Held High

Columns of smoke skewered the sky.

 Men, women, and children filed in line.

 No head was held high,

 As they awaited judgment from the so called “divine.”

I was there, when many were ushered from their homes.

Leaving behind their treasures,

While the clones

Took comfort in the previous owner’s possessions.

I was there, when we boarded the trains

Unaware of where they were taking us.

There were many complaints.

Those with no space would fuss.

I was there, when the footmen of hell

Striped away our identity.

Peeling away the shell

Of a precious entity.

Oh brothers and sisters,

This isn’t how we face our enemies.

We don’t deserve these blisters.

What did we ever do to be treated like felonies?

Look at what this war

Has brought upon us.

Nothing but gore

And cold cuts,

That has left us physically and mentally sore.

I will no longer be treated,

As if I were a wild boar.

I will not be beaten,

As if I were a common whore.

I will stand

With my head held high.

I will not be brought down by the officer’s hand.

I will no longer comply

To their demands.

With that being the case,

I’ll gladly accept my fate.

If it means not having to be erased

By the evil men who dictate

This wicked base.