We once had hope
But now we’re slung on a rope
They’ve beaten our souls
Wiped us clean
With their legislative soap
The parade is gone
The streets swept clean
The party is over
We have awoken
From all things bespoken
They flash their token
For the ferryman
Exchange us to win their game
Until we are no longer needed again
Left to fend
On the end of the rope of hope
The slope of society
Turned from a gentle glide down
To barreling towards the ground
In a death spiral of survival
They seek to rival
The horrors of the past
Old dreams
Nightmares
Coming to fruition
Resetting the future
To the past they swore against
Locked in a fence
Of happenstance
Made to dance
In the cool, wet night
We jump for flight
Yet, there is none
Backed in a corner
We have not yet begun to fight
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You've outdone yourself dude. This was really fun to read. I read it a few times because it was almost sing songy
very well said.
Well said , excellent words
Hitting really close to home with these words. Well said!