You sharpen yourself each day for battle.
But they'll devour your hive for title
Their throne will be your poor fear
Every day, in your shoulders you'll bear
A world licensed by rank and order
Drawn by greed, claimed by colours
Trickery and ambitious divine
One's glory is a threat to his kind
Fear not? Yet they lied!
That black is beauty and pride!
Your loud cry has become their innocence.
Your blood and tears, murdered by vanity in silence.
From morn till night men, women cry,
In remorse of their child's inborn crime.
If this shall be all the price,
For all labour, this shade, still despised!
Then where should we place our colour;
Should this be on your blinded court?
Or in the word you call equality.
YOU ARE READING
SAD BRAVERY
PoetryIT IS SO SAD TO BE BRAVE FOR YOUR LOVE, WILL, AND COMMITMENTS. THIS IS A COMPILATION OF POEMS OF MY APPEALS.
