It's their job to pick out mistakes,
They feel as if only they have guts.
They don't see the good deeds,
They pinpoint bad ones.
They see the distinction of black and white.
They lecture the fat and skinny,
Thinking they have brains.
For me they are narrow minded.
They think we keep quiet,
Idiots, they don't know people like them belong under our shoes.
We have brains so we forgive you.
But when one day comes in persistence,
Then we can break limbs.
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Truth (poetry's)
PoetryHeyy.... m not a poet but trying to be one. Hope y'all like it. And these poems r related to some issues happening in this world. People who r suffering I wanna say that u people r the strongest ones on earth for not giving up. My heart goes out to...
