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.
- Author: RSM (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 7th, 2024 01:17
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: RSM0812, sorenbarrett
Comments2
Wow! 😮
Powerful penning indeed!!
Poignant 😢 , evocative,
thought provoking and
my pleasure to read!! 💯
Best regards peace ✌️. Thad
Thank you.
The most powerful message sent with most powerful words the use of metaphor enhances this poem and is brilliant in its usage. Masterfully done
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