Razorblade
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.
(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Author:
Aa Harvey (
Offline) - Published: June 10th, 2020 11:37
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments1
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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