Voluntary victims

Voluntary victims

A Poem by The Poet of Black Wings

Day in and day out,
They come to
This tower,
Looking for these
Meaningless pieces of paper
That they trade away increments
Of their lives for,
Only to realize that it's all
Just so pointless,
That is,
Until they get more,
And more,
And more,
Giving away their time,
More,
And more,
Trying desperately to keep
Thus thing that strips them of their
Lives,
So give away their freedoms
To keep this terrible, terrible thing,
Obeying every command, every last one,
Voluntarily and actively giving into
This sys-

Dont! Breath!

We're not done yet.

Give it all away,
For nothing,
But pain,
Poverty,
And death.

It really is,
A grand,
Funny thing.

© 2016 The Poet of Black Wings


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Rarely do you disappoint me. I'd work for you.

Anyway, academic critiques are for a******s... they really are most of the time. It's a funny thing. Let me just say that I liked it.

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The Poet of Black Wings
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i 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..

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