I can see but the mass is blinded
I can hear the sound of sirens
can you hear them do you fear them
coming closer to your eardrum
I'm a free mind, unmanipulated
but for most their minds sedated
and I'm hated by the powers
because at their feet I do not cower
I'm an outlaw of this time
I tell my story with my rhymes
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Author:
Mr,apocalapse (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 30th, 2022 13:27
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Comments2
I liked this poem. At first it reminded me of a poem I had written some time ago but it evolved into your own story and a great message. I loved the rhyme scheme and some internal rhyme as well as the flow.
thank you
That voice and the truth that it speaks shall ring on through the years.
indeed it shall my freind
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