i have no idea was bored and wrote this poem.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Am I dead inside,

Or have I lost my,

Mind body and soul,

Am I dead inside,

Or have I lost my,

Mind body and soul,

No,

I have just been floating,

On a cloud,

Above looking down,

What I see makes me frown,

The king,

Has been mistreating his people,

Throwing them scraps and crumbs,

While he dines and drinks his wine,

High in his thrown filling fine,

What I wouldn't give,

To let him feel,

The way his people do,

Why must the rich man,

Be so cruel?

Why must poor always suffer,

Why must they fight to survive,

That's not much of a life,

But it makes them strong,

Yet it breaks them completely,

This is simply life,

But what I wouldn't give,

To turn it all around,

Let the people sit on the thrown,

And watch the kings world tumble down.

 


Submitted: February 16, 2014

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