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An untitled poem I thought at the top of my head.

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Pour salt onto my wounds, I'm feeling cold 

The eyes of the wretched, passing slow 

Darting straight remarks, across the globe 

I'm not the killer, the innocence will know 

Residue changing, uplifting my soul 

But long after it's gone, my heat still grows 

The people beside you, they know not none 

The troubles that I have, they know not none 

The mouth of the cruel, they know not cease 

They speak with civilised rule, unbeaten grease 

The winners are them, they know not please 

The kings are them, they know not queens 

The world is an aftermath, turning in circles 

The table's been turned, we're only just further 

Away from our home, there's no need to falter 

We've got the bone, there's no need to stutter 

It's a safe place, but we're not alone 

Thousands of evil rests on a throne 

They tammer for food, hunger for thought 

The rest of us watch as this whole world rots

Author's Note

This poem was thought at the top of my head. Please tell me what I should title it! :D

Reviews

[TilisLied]

I Like this a lot! Unfortunately I don't have any ideas for a title, but anyways it's nicely written