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How Could This Not Be So?
I watch the best minds of my generation
Goddamn fucking degenerate
Howling through the undead streets
All anaemic hunger
Major renal trauma
Mere chaos is loosed
There is no fucking falconer
Creeping crawling and bawling
Poetry | Updated Nov 29, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
We are propelled forcefully into collision
Then ripped away swiftly in suspicion
The load is shouldered by far too few
So really what else is there to do?
Just pummel and tear each other apart
A thrust in the head and a stab in the heart
Blank voids under black masks, waving black banners
Poetry | Updated Nov 28, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The struggle to find a new way of living is always uphill.
Poetry | Updated Nov 28, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This poem shows the view point from the perspective of a black child in times of severe racism and oppression. Through his words we see the world of history, where people were made to suffer just because of their skin colour. The poem is set in the mid 1900's where racial supremacy wreaked havoc...