She watches the buildings fall
as the world eats herself alive
and the rich stand tall as they stall the inevitable
While the poor's bones bare
Their greedy hand steal rights
From those who can't afford to speak
Her screams echo through the night
The night that never ends
The night just for those who aren't white
The endless night for those who fight like Jane roe
The night is eternal
The white king just controlling the pawns
In his game
His game only he knows the rules
The rules that benefit the look alike
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Author:
Twilight (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem because I feel helpless. I’m only 18, and I feel like I can’t do anything. I know that may sound a little over-dramatic, but the world is so uncertain these days. This is my way of expressing myself and finding release. This is my outlet, and I feel like there isn't any other way to get this off my chest. Please don't spread anything negative on here if you don't like it.
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Comments2
Emotional expressions well spoken in metaphor as well as images. A game of chess where only the king knows the rules. A nightmare. Well written
Thank you so much! This means a lot to me. I am so glad you liked my poem.
A well written piece of struggling with hope, written with emotion and honesty and there is nothing wrong with saying how you feel
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