what about your sons? what about your daughters? do you give a damn. your love is hate and all they know is pain. in the name of your love they die. wasting away in graves while you parade around falsifying the truth. shame on you, shame. history is only told what you want to believe. you punish the teachers of the truth. saying that they are vermin. mere obstacles for you to conquer and silence. but one day just like vermin they will come back to bite you. like snake venom it will spread from within. all while you lie through your teeth still bluffing how powerful you are. refusing to hear the cries of the millions you promised to keep safe. will you still be all powerful when the sun turns black? when the moon falls apart? when the mountains crumble? when the seas turn red? and the waste you created but refused to erase suffocates what little love you had left. will you then care about their future? or will you continue the generational cycle of denial. there will be a day when the mass will cry out in regret. think about your future sons. think about your future daughters. they will cry out to you saying "did you not give a damn about me."
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Stories by spiked froggy
- 3 Published Stories
comfort lies
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a short poem I wrote about living most of my brief life indoors. inspired by the movie "the virgin suici...
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The Rise and Fall of Bababoo (I a...
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a story about a lonely curious shy small frog.
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