To All Of Those

To all of those who read this godawful poem... thanks?

To all of those who suffer

And fair through unruly plights

Maladies and painful days

And cobalt empty nights

Whose beds are made of streetlights

Who serenade for dollar bills

Who endure the heat drenched summer

And the winter's everlasting chills

To all of those who stand opposed

To things that others cling to

Like greed and warfare and necessity

Or not being there when someone needs you

To all of those who have seen the obsidian

The coals mixed of fire and tears

Who stoodthrough bloodshed came out unscathed

And lived to learn from their fears

To all of those who hear my words

And think not of themselves

But someone they met once in a passing glimpse

And may or may not have helped

To all of those who look on me now

In kind or gentle state

Who did nothing when I screamed for help

And don't get now that it's much too late

To all of those who have still coped

Though life is unfair and untrue

You are all so much stronger than me

And my biggest thanks are to you

 

But to all of those who walk for welfare

Even though their own is fine

To all of those who are happily conjoined

Two by two on a thin straight line

To all of those who have trampled me

And others of my kind

To all of whom I serve the purpose of a welcome mat

Who believe decent people are hard to find

Well they're standing right below you

And still they get ignored

The scum of the Earth who have the tiniest problems

And act like they mean the world

To all of those who have made hearts broken

Or left a knife between shoulderblades

You will one day rule the Earth

And this fact, sadly, will never change

Author's Note

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