Enemyhood

nothing makes a diffence...

Enemyhood,

What a strange word.

But it happens,

Like a bully and a nerd!

 

One has their rights,

But stolen away.

Nowhere to run,

Nowhere to stay.

 

They learn to stand up,

In their own defence.

Or they get hung,

On the edge of a high fence!

 

They have words,

But none to be said.

They have hearts,

But ripped into a shred.

 

But, they know,

They know that one day.

They'll rise and shine,

The opponent will fray!

 

They'll be glorious,

They'll be a star!

They enemy will say,

"Sorry for our war!"

 

But they,

It's not what they'll take.

How can they forgive,

After the heart ache?

 

The enemy has realized,

What they have done.

And also that

The target have won!

 

But, don't forget,

Once a foe, always a foe,

This I already knew,

But it's for you to know!

                beefjerky

 

Author's Note

phew! that's alot of words!

Reviews

[S. Janszen]

You say this poem is a lot of words? I would suggest you begin to thoroughly study a dictionary. Learn a new, more challenging vocabulary less suitable to a five-year-old. Place more depth into your works.

[James Paulin]

I am impressed with this rant (a form of poetry) crying out against injustice. I would like to see another with a broader scope. Peruse some other rants if you like, they are passionate. Thanks for the compliment on enigma!

[Anatar]

I do not wish to be condescending but poetry is defined by the idealization of thought and expression. This is a rhyming documentation of normal dissent against another, most obviously that of brutish greater and timid lesser. There is nothing poetic or artistic about this.