This poem was just thought of as I went and I wrote it know put it out know its not good because of that reason but i'm an impulsive 11-year-old writer oh the ending fell apart I lost the plot but I am happy with it you may find my work unfinished BUT THATS JSUT THE WAY I WORK I MIGHT COME AND FINISH THEM ONE DAY
oh and please don't be offended I don't mean to upsett any poloticians I just don't like them very much there dosn't seem to be a very good one they all seem corrupted and you can only choose from bad-worse-and really bad
slower and slower into pits of depression
Try to fight it but it grows then explodes like ammunition
days destructive, depressing drivin by a blind hatred that everyone seems to carry
Modern days are full of crys that fall on def ears
humans used as pawns in a never ending came of chess
ITS NOT A GAME SACRIFICES ARE REAL THEY ARE HUMAN LIVES!
CAN YOU SEE WHAT YOUR ACTIONS ARE DOING TO US!
SHOUTING-SCREAMING-dies into a whisper looks at you then looks away
his eyes like a strangers
he was your farther once but know he is a controller of destruction
he is a polotician
ment to help but him himself seems to be a pupet
............But strenght will grow
within me I want the world to change
I'm scared for my future and yours I belive
amid the crowd I know there is someone who can see sense and help
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