BorrowedA Poem by Robert LunaJust some of my thoughtsThese words do not belong to me For they say Everything that can be said has been said And I say Everything that needs to be said is not said and it is this place of silenced words I found my voice and made my choice I will speak out of turn being self taught everything I needed to learn Too stubborn to swallow my pride Tuck tail, run and hide Because I find Myself feeling less American and more Human these days Just wanting to hear someone say Something to make my fears go away Something that no one else has yet to say But my tears have run dry and I will no longer compromise Who I am As liquid poetry now drips from my eyes Splattering the canvas of dirty pavement That rests there beneath my feet These urban streets The life lines of this nation’s cities, counties, and states My words are the poison that holds the cure But I feel I am too late Seems there’s been a hostile take over of the red, white and blue When congress and corporate America end up in bed We’re the ones getting screwed But what can we do It’s just a matter of giving the devil his dues As we’re lead to believe we’re too stupid or naïve to have the ability to choose Being force fed their idea of the truth There is a terrorist threat But our enemy comes from within our homes and there they sit in front of your T.V. set As we tune in and tune out the world outside Dying a little more each time and I’m left feeling an ache of an emptiness that eats away at my mind All I want is to feed the wanting of your soul fill it and make you feel whole Erase staining degradation Raise you higher, than just self-preservation We are THE NATION, But we’re left feeling weak and depleted As our uniqueness is being erased and deleted I will not be so easily defeated As the fragile balance of life teeters Knowing I am a thinker and a leader I’ve been left battered and bruised abandoned and misused Feeling as I have nothing left to lose But you So pardon me as I choose To pick up this pen once again Seeing the world being led by ignorant thinking It is true These words do not belong to me They belong to you and what you choose to do Is entirely up to you © 2009 Robert LunaAuthor's Note
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Added on January 22, 2009Last Updated on January 26, 2009 AuthorRobert LunaSomewhere between here and thereAboutMy name is Robert. I write therefore I feel I am. My words come from my heart, soul, and mind. I write what I feel and see, life is my inspiration. Life itself is art in its purest form. There is noth.. more..Writing
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