These were hardy people Stern and stolid, Solemn stoic And they’re relatively equal I can see it And I know it And among them
By Michael Brandon Marchese4 years ago in Poets
And it’s on to the genocide After you labeled me Branded, enslaved me Then as a beast, stabled me Tabled my questions
Who was she to he Can we ever be sure Do we really know Really love Really live for Someone else to be special Imprint on us charm
Used to be king of the world Unbeknownst to you Ruler of one Into all I was shown the truth Youth was my edict The law of the land
You made me gentle And passionate calm Yet you triggered my spark Like a riot rhyme bomb My explosion introversion
There once was a world So green and blue With skies of clarity Beneath them which All breath of life Was shared in harmony
All invitations stand for you To step inside my open mind But I provide no guarantee That you'll like what you find Behind closed doors and warning signs
Footprints In the once Frozen tundra Where hunts Of mammalian Mega-fauna Fed for months The forerunners Who tread
My turn for impeaching Obsequious peaceniks Are making me sick Of these linguistic, Jingoist sentiments Leeching
Relief is a rare All too scarce Food source here When it’s clear I can simply say no And refrain From more deigning
I unlocked more of love All alone in a cave Than you ever have Chained As some heartbreaker’s slave But I still think of you
There is no void Of space and time More empty than This soul of mine Once filled with stars And galaxies A universe
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