Accept, Acknowledge, Understand Pt (3/3)A Poem by SimblesPart 3
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PART 3 time for a new age of understanding not about wants nor demanding not a matter of standing under no such need for forced handing its finally time to save our race before its finished and its too late for us to finally claim our space to be forever a force banding so as it turns out never was a place and wasnt ever dependant on where it all ended its about how and where you are standing so now as we stand together thunder rolls (voice over on aeroplane PA) were coming in for an emergency crash landing (background voice) grounnndeedd (/voice) wait, so you telling people what to do, is gonna make em want to relate to you ? think were gonna respect you more because you've floor forced us to do your bidding just ridding the world of the willing just so you can be the one smiling looking smug standing tall you must be deranged, all your doing is concentrating hate, cant take the free and make them caged playing with the fates of others, just binding the world into a sickening space just remember there is only so much you can cover time with rose coloured paint a taint forcing the world onto a deathly stage (random voice) a film staring you! (/voice) just here for your twisted performance supposed to be born free not here for you to poke prod and torment you wait and see because your the one that falls next we will be free and what's left your soul will be all that you have left (excited voice) TA DAAA (/voice) I cant believe you cant see through your selfish endeavour or is it that you do know and don't really care? (teenage girl voice) whatever (/voice) I bet you think that your so f*****g clever forever a smile on your face as misery forms in every stare all your doing is making the world bitter taking all your efforts to make it a little bit shitter using people for your own sick little games all your doing is killing yourself just so you can have your sick little way just remember there isn't much a person wont go through when you take away there reasons for living where they'll go to, when you take away their freedoms simple things that you pretend to be giving hopes, dreams, little things we wish to believe little things that give life purpose, nothings, just an ends to a means (background voice) what the f**k are you trying to achieve (/voice) what the f**k is it to you! who died and made you the true heir to the lives and pleasures of others , just to pin sister against sister to set brother against brothers why? to make us pay, to smother us ? so you have power to take things away? to pass on the hate and the mistakes of your mothers?, why? what is it!? to make us subservient to make us obey?! one day we'll rise up and fight for the will to be one day the people will wake up! and finally use their eyes too see finally realise with real eyes true potential what is that truly can be! this madness they've been trapped in to wake and finally and feel free wake to see a prison fuelled by a few to fulfil such moreish greed take solace little man, for pity will be given driven into a much moreish seed watch it growing, roots spreading, flowing, watch the force it heeds its heading for the heavens, now, to make space for the more who need there isn't much a person wont do when they've got nothing to live for coulda had it all but all you wanted was more! now just like us your forced into surrender just remember little man you cant slit your wrist with your own f*****g selfish agenda © 2024 SimblesAuthor's Note
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Added on September 11, 2024 Last Updated on September 11, 2024 Tags: understandably nd appropriately , The third, Culmination, mini anthologies opus, Sagas Conclusion, Real talk, get mad, underwhelming and Overstood, Reality Dose, bare bones, shrewed awakening AuthorSimblesPerth. , Streya, AustraliaAboutIts not a deplorable thing. People can have ideas... They might not make sense to anybody else or even to themselves at times, sometimes in itself is a paradox inside a paradox inside a pair of socks .. more..Writing
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