Look at the times Few have many Many have nothing Our leaders feckless Directing their sabers At those at the bottom Instead of at those That deserve it. In their greed The rich will kill us all. Destroying our only home To fill their coffers With every last cent When everything is dead Who willContinue reading “The Rich will Kill Us All”
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Shout at the sky (a poem about inequality)
Shout at the sky Shout at the sky All we can do is shout at the sky They speak of God Yet they’re the devil I can’t believe We treat them so civil They steal our food Our labor, our lives And all we can do is shout at the sky Shout at the skyContinue reading “Shout at the sky (a poem about inequality)”
Would it hurt to forget
Would it hurt to forget All the wrongs you did to me? If I tried to build yet another bridge You would just burn it down You never wanted me as anything But a victim Happy Mother’s Day You’re an awful mother Goodbye
While the fires burn
While the fires burn And the oceans rise The rich man waits To claim his prize
We all want to be heroes (And a bearing of the soul)
We all want to be heroes See our names in lights But being a hero means more Than looking for a fight. We think being a hero Means going big Or giving all What if heroism Means something small? Like a hug Or a helpful hand, Being a hero happens. We all have small chancesContinue reading “We all want to be heroes (And a bearing of the soul)”
Get Up Soldier
Get up, get up The enemy’s near Get up get up Before they are here Arm up, arm up Pick up your armor and sword Arm up, arm up And take heart the Lord’s word Stand up, stand up They’re lining in rows Shields up, shields up They’re raining arrows Fight on, soldier We willContinue reading “Get Up Soldier”
Where Have All the Fighters Gone?
Where have all the fighters gone? The few, the vocal, the brave I hope they return before too long Before we all end up in the grave. The wicked are now too strong Our voice is now too weak And if this goes for far too long Who will stand up for the meek? PityContinue reading “Where Have All the Fighters Gone?”
Beaten down
Beaten down A most mortal wounding Powerless I wish I were stronger But while I am willing My body is weak I feel so useless So beaten By my own body The fragility of flesh I am broken I am weak
