The word was Silence
And that's all it took
The words of violence
Seemed misunderstood
Trudged walks and her rugged back
Showed purple-black with scratched tat
Her ripped lungs
But still, Justice remained undone
She walked through doors and smiles with a mask
To hide the fact that she was being attacked
You see to have freedom is all they'd desire
But always had freedom burn like fire
Cries for help, but no believe 'em
Called for help, but no one had seen them
The angels around have spoken up
Which drove the devil to shuttin up
They soon stopped saying, what did I do?
Instead gained the courage to shout, Me Too
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Author:
K.P Savulescu (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 17th, 2018 15:06
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was written to have empowerment. To tell the untold story. And that is what has been done. That is the overall goal of this poem. If I go into detail about this, then it will spoil the feeling of the poem. So I hope you just read because it really isn't that hard to understand the poem. I hope you enjoy and please, spread the word.
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments1
No this piece hold a lot of meaning to it. However I must say well written.
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