The BirdsA Poem by IAmTweetOn power and rebellion.Mother Anarchy believes in the birds and the sounds they make. It is your property, which I give value, that I will take. Loud squawks, that will leave you floored, and such sounds cannot be ignored, especially when at your front door. Unfortunately, not all birds seek unity, the Eagle wants it's food off the back of me. As long as there are laws, there will always be crime. This is the golden rule all birds will learn in due time. The laws of the Eagle will not govern me, having these wings, I am able to flee. Having this beak, I am able to fight back, though, conscious I am, of the odds that they stack. Do you think I am beautiful? My feathers are red and black.
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StatsAuthorIAmTweetThe border of utopia, WIAboutHey everybody, I'm Tweet. I am extremely new to reading and writing poetry, but after a very hard year so far, I wanted to find an outlet to express myself. 22 y/o He/Him If you read anything I.. more..Writing
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