Dulcinea91

Judge

Blue, yellow, green

They always seem to be competing

These voices they keep on preaching

It’s soon near the end

So why do we all pretend

 

We look for a hero

But what are we

We’re hoping for better

Searching for love

In a forbidden gutter

 

Thrown out like thrash

Battered like dogs

Do you see where we’re going?

Their minds are demented

 

This world of ours

So corrupted

We’ve become enemies

Unloving and destructive

Guns and weapons have become the new stand

Open your eyes and see passed the blind

It’s our time.

Comments1

  • Lizzy Renee

    Fine write. I can tell the effort put into this. Nice Job!



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