June 4th 2019


Power

You hold your precious green paper
wave it in my face
Yes. You have power I do not

You point at your political web and the friends that lift you up
and hold me down with your foot
Yes. You have power I do not

You veins are pumped with black, green and gold power
mine are only red.

But my eyes are set on the horizon
and the upheaval already
trembling your building
burning your paper
hunting you down

I bear the tears
I will not look away
But throw my match onto that fire

Let it all burn




Poetry by SecretWords The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-07-09 at 05:04

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
wow, i love the force of your words. don't let up!
2019-07-12


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Powerfully written with a stinging theme of warning to the tyrant! Well done!
2019-07-09