We have been impeached
The people of poverty
Pushed out
Due to our disparities
We carry guns in our mouths
Shooting bullets
To parade holes
In the riches of the bold
But money did buy
And their vests are steel
So we remain in the streets
Working day after day
for just one meal
Do we continue to slave
For a wage
That costs us rage
A paper dollar
Made filthy by the hands that hold
Leaving trails of tears
Doing what we are told
Burning bridges
Only to find
They’ve built planes
To leave us behind
Or do we starve
The commission
Stop asking for permission
We take back our souls
And begin our mission
To align wealth with health
Demanding the penny
Is nothing but a pincher
And we refuse to pay
For the water
And the food
And the shelter
Because we are here to stay
We are the people
We need not impeach
For this is not our government
We have our own feet
To walk through deserts
Across blizzards and rain
We are the hurricanes of justice
And there is nothing left for them to gain
The only fear that’s left has fallen
Because the demons our own
We take them to meditation
And show them what is known
Home is a castle
Within hearts doors
We take congress to the fifth floor
Where they can ask for forgiveness
While WE make the choice
We are the people
The deciders, we now march forth.
About the Creator
Veronica
I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.
Comments (3)
That was incredible!
I love this rebel poem of yours. You go girl🌹♥️
Interesting words , I know how you feel, you got a subscription