Anarchist

a revolted mind yelling for help. to be saved from this insanely path of imaginary freedom

Anarchist

We think we know freedom, 

But we're kindly reminded by the links of the shackles tightening up 

Blindfolded by a beautiful day and the warm sunrise

Soft melody keeps us humming the tunes of oppression

Distraught by sentinel events brought about psychological regression

We vote for whomever we want to hear tell the lies 

And we fight about it, as if any of them are really on our sides

Yet we push on, content with the false sense of optimism

Lights being distorted through the political prism

Sadden eyes bow down to unconscious facism

We rise!

Only to be brought down to our knees by those who serve and protect

Somewhere in the pyramid, ideas disconnect

We fight!

Trying to stabilize the system, only to bring our demise

We smile with permissive disguise

Drowning our sorrows

Once was possible now extinct

Our neighborhoods, more like a precinct 

Offices once held hostage to our votes

Control the masses with many new codes

Yet, we fight!

Loss of hope is non compatible with life

We fight!

Let it be known we will cross the lines

Years of disrespect, will be no more!

Racism, facism... Anarchism! 

Let it be known, for justice we die!

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

Love the intensity of this one!

[Nikki]

I enjoyed this very much, it expresses the opinions so very well.

[wordman]

i feel this is the norm for our young people of today getting tired of business as usual lies and massive cover ups

[jennifer little]

great job on this poem keep up the good work