The boy had lived under the dome
Once he called this cage his home
Held by ignorance, so lost that he didn't know
All the places he could go
Each day of his was plagued by lies
He recognized the corruption around
At night, he would stare up at the sky
Always wondering why no one made a sound
Injustices piled at his door
Finally he could no longer endure
As he realized what it meant to live
He was thrown behind bars for the freedom he could give
But they could not jail his thoughts
The people awoke and fought
He rose among the pack and roared
Letting out the rage he stored
The sun had risen, still there was much to be done
Time to stand their ground, time for more action
One last time, he looked up at the sky
Then, he spread his wings to fly
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Comments3
Beautiful write, well done.
Thank you! 😀
Wow man that good. We kinda have flow but your art has structure. Well written.
Thanks I appreciate it!
Well written and expressed Great write
Haha thanks Tony! :>D(someone showed me that smiley faces deserve to breathe too)
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