Poor and Forgotten
With tepid strength, undue with might,
The forgotten souls carry on the fight.
Their voices silenced for none to hear,
Albeit words were spoken clear.
The fairness of the world, faint,
Like walls in need of darker paint.
And sparkling wine sipped in mugs,
Are brought to us by treacherous thugs.
Their spirits poisoned with Hate and fear,
Their words on influential minds appear,
And gather so provocatively,
Expecting reciprocity.
Ignore, recite, extinguish.
Reaching if even spoken in plain English.
The message took on shouldered chips,
Brings forth the whips, bring on the whips.
And slowly on the poison sip.