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Ranting...as usual.

You can never impress anyone

Because, God knows, there's nothing new under the sun

And, frankly, it makes me sick

When we call each other cracker, n****r, and spick

So here I am asking why?

........Thunderous silence is the only reply

We live to kill, we eat to vomit

To me, that is a strange notion on which we sit

We've founded ourselves on an oxymoron

Think about it, does that turn your brain on?

A leader doesn't look for followers

A mob, simply put is a group of wallowers

We've lost our sense of justice, of crime

We're bickering about things for which we have no time

We turn up our noses in favor of these petty little things

We don't realize the pain that apathy brings

Our saving grace is that we have a choice

We just need to look around and see who really needs our voice.

 

Blemish

Reviews

[Dave "Doc" Rogers]

Very cool. Reminiscent of the ranting social commentary poetry of the 1960s.

Take a harse topic and make people look at it through discussing. Do not let people sweep it under a rug and out of sight.

This was pretty good stuff. Keep it up! Keep it going!

Cheers!
Doc.

[All faded blue]

Well done, can certainly tell you are a page from the same book as your mom. Hope to see much more from you. And nice to see a young person who recognizes that the world is in need of change.

[AK]

Nothing like a good rant to change a person's perspective. Nicely done though, I must say.

[Emily B]

You have your mother's gift of rant. Wonderful job.

[TL Boehm]

wowwee this is awesome.