![]() Voluntary victimsA 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 |
StatsAuthor![]() The 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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