Such sparks of red,
Ignited a hungry fire,
In the hands of those,
With teeth clenched,
And fists so white.
They hold it to the sky,
Invoking the name-
Of hate and desire.
It was nothing,
But a call of the wild,
A march against cruelty,
A battle song for power,
And a strike to the heart.
They demand to be heard,
With voices as loud as thunder,
Which can't be ignored,
The more the innocent cry,
For a more powerful change.
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Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
