Conflict FactoryA Poem by The Poet of Black Wings
Stuck in an endless war.
One where causes and factions Don't matter. We'll fight over anything. Whether it be Our gods Or our prides. We'll fight over Reds versus blues If it keeps the Bullets going. They kept the Fires burning, Just to keep their Wallets growing. Blurred our vision So that all we see Is something different Than someone the same. Turned our loves into Fears, and our Homes into cells. Keeping us separated so We don't speak Or hear eachother As we cry out in agony. Turning everything around So that we're the only Men. We're the only Women. The only Real human's left Crawling on Our mother's blood Stained Back! Making us forget, That our monsters, Are just like U.S. © 2016 The Poet of Black Wings |
AuthorThe Poet of Black WingsAbouti hope my poems, among other writings, will speak for me. Edit - Full disclosure, if you ask me to read something, I will, and I'll be brutally honest about what I think about it. So, be ready for .. more..Writing
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