My poetry often
Has blood on hands
Battered knuckles
Shifting sands
Criticised for saying
How it really is
Reality gripped
A poisoned tip.
Speaking often
Of the lonely
Those downtrodden
Forgotten only
Once the headlines
Fade from view
A discarded newspaper
Tv screen to view.
Lifes power shattered
Dreams and hopes
A battered boxer
On the ropes
Of lifes injustice
Punches, kicks
There are some things
Which cant be fixed.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: An old poem I risked putting on, not much has changed in society since it was written decades ago
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