Powerless,
No choice,
But to succom to the threats
That lay waist to the world,
And watch as it tears us apart,
In the before and after math.
Politicians.
Adults.
None whom can make a difference,
Are,
We're the ones trying,
And yet we are the powerless,
Like swimming in a frozen lake,
Without being able move a muscle,
Just having to feel the bitter draft pull at your limbs,
Knowing you shall draw you last breath,
And not sure if this is painfully soon or a while of pain later,
Or not even knowing if lazy politicians,
Could have strengthened that last breath,
For a little while.
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My voice in a world full of panic (poetry)
PoetryIn a world of political madness and anxiety at school, this is MY voice My way of getting my opinion heard. #7 in darkpoetry 3/2/20 #2 in wattpadpoetry2020 2/2/20
