Aa Harvey




Shot a rebel through the heart.

Cancer kills but life is art.

You tried to put a stop to all that we are,

But we are too hot to handle; you can’t grab hold of a star.



Fire your guns; I’m invincible.

Speak your words; I’ve heard them all before.

Condemn a man for condemning your war.

You will never stop what we are.



Your system of control and degrade is beginning to fade.

Push my buttons, I’m a microwave,

Blowing through your wall like a hand grenade.

A tongue so sharp, I’m a razorblade;

Cutting your lies apart…your truth cannot be saved.



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  • Author: Aa Harvey (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 10th, 2020 11:37
  • Category: Sociopolitical
  • Views: 12


  • MaddieJ

    This sounds like frustration, sass, and some other emotion I can't quite pinpoint yet. I enjoyed reading and dissecting this poem.
    Great write!

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