The painful poet

poetry r us
2002-12-23 14:52:47 (UTC)

dunno what to call it....

It has been a week,
and yet i still have not my answer.
i have run out of tears,
for this forsaken place.
a punishment for all,
when only one person has commited this unriteous act.
shall we all pay for someone elses doings?
will we ever open our eyes and look at what's around us?
or just die in vain for a lost cause.
To complain about useless propaganda instead of whats
really important.
to waste away something that was given us,
when yet we never asked for it.
what will we come too?
our society has stereotyped us enough have they not?
or yet we have only begun...
something so impure,
yet so loved.
Put upon a pedastal.
going around creating what already has been created.

~the poet




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