"Look at Them"

“Look at Them”

 

Look at all the people,

They all want to see us on the steeple.

Look at all the figurines,

They all want us on the guillotine.

Look at all the pigs,

They all want to break us like a pair of twigs.

Look at all the sunken faces,

They all want our blood to leave traces.

Look at all the puffed up cheeks,

They all want to see us turn into freaks.

Look at all the hard noses,

They all want us to smell the black roses.

Look at us,

We’re perfect together and all they can do is make a fuss.

Let’s turn around,

And put all of them into the ground.

Written by Zoe Anne