![]() Crabs in a BucketA Poem by Laz K.![]() Hate is on the rise it seems: nation against nation, nation against self, races, genders, generations screaming at one another.![]() The wicked envy and hate; it is their way of admiring ~Victor Hugo Whoever says that smiles are free is a
liar. The price is centuries of peace and
prosperity, A sky clean of the graffiti of bombers Writing “death” over every city block in Black smoke, making generations doubt that God is love, that God is. Are we the seeds of Cain, Bitter, blood-soiled, banished, marked? Are we impure, inferior, Inept, inglorious, incapable, Prefixed for failure? You should have hidden your treasures, Your happiness, and your ignorance of Our plight! The lashes of fate hardened our skin Our fistfuls of bitterness grew into pincers And look how we stir to drag you down Out of spite! Blow us to bits, but Our limbs grow back in time. Make us suffer, but the teeth in Our stomach will grind away at time Till you fall. © 2024 Laz K. |
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